Dyson

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all of my problems
And smoking 'em down in a backwood
Pray to the heavenly father
Tell him that If I could change it then I would

Aye, I pay for all of my own shit
Ain't worried bout a few dollars
I made it here with my whole clique
Ain't a single one of us scholars
Yeah, I dropped out and made a couple million
Fuck everybody who doubted
And I learned more than I ever would if I'd have stayed up in that college
So it's fuck the world
Middle fingers up when I ride around in exotics
Yo, this song's dope, I like this
You know that's how I got it
Bro, I bring the heat on every beat just like I'm eating hibachi
Rolex timepiece and a white tee
Fuck all of that Versace
I, can not stop, can not quit, till the day I drop
Rollie drop, drip'd fit, fuck a Saint Laurent
Adidas shoes and some tall socks
Black pants on, fuck Nike
This rap game done seen a lot of shit but they ain't seen nothing like me, ha
Business man with a rapper flow
Rappers brag about their money, but I got the dough
I'm staying strapped cuz you never know
And if y'all see Obama, tell that man I said hello

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all of my problems
And smoking 'em down in a backwood
Pray to the heavenly father
Tell him that If I could change it then I would

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all of my problems
And smoking 'em down in a backwood
Pray to the heavenly father
Tell him that If I could change it then I would

Write self-made on all of my own shit so you know just how I got it
Since day one, T&M bitch, back in high school on Ducatis
Now we gotta gang in 2019 made a million paper profit
So we smokin' on exotics, I'ma spend it if I got it
Don't care what the price is, fuck it I want the options
I'm at the bank making deposits, like get this cash off me
Hot line bling this money call me, like fuckin all day
Early in the morning, like booty calling
Dropped out of class to follow my dream and turn into a honcho
Let a little time pass, finesse king
Run shit make moves like Don Pablo
Most wanted, El Chapo
Been gone yeah, now I'm back though
Shoes look nice, but the outfit might look like I shop my fits at Marshalls
Drip exclusive, I don't like designer, that shit look stupid
I am not a rapper, now rappers fruity
Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie
Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties
Judies love that so they wanna do me
Hitting from the back got her on all fours like a bison, told me she love it when

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all of my problems
And smoking 'em down in a backwood
Pray to the heavenly father
Tell him that If I could change it then I would

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all of my problems
And smoking 'em down in a backwood
Pray to the heavenly father
Tell him that If I could change it then I would