Shoutout R.C
Shoutout ma nigga R.C
Beat is stupid nigga did it for me
He was grindin till the morning like three
Kept on going he ain't getting no sleep
He sent to me
Tony get it you could body this beat
I was ready no I don't got to think
Felt like Tyson when I hop in the ring
I don't give a fuck
Who is stepping they could get it
Opps is pussy no I don't even sweat it
Haters bitches, they just fuckin pathethic
Talking reckless he about to regret it
Chevy calling bouta fuck up this debit
Becky calling bouta fuck up her credit
Tony Ayee and the "A" for amence
Boy imma get em
Niggas is lit
Hold up ma nigga, ma nigga I'm fuckin yo bitch
Ahhhn
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch yeaa
Stuntin, gunnin, getting money like it's nothing
Counting hunnits with my buzzin, counting hunnits with my cousin
Bluffin, duckin, pussy niggas they be duckin
And they running niggas puffin
Chopper on em David Ruffin
Niggas they playing a lot
Bust all bales and it's straight out the box
My life is a movie the gang is the plot
And the way that we move men we look like the swat
Tinnny let's lock one more time
Send me the track imma send you some rhymes
Tony Tone yeaaa my bars be sublime
Funny thing I ain't yet in my prime
Niggas is lit
Hold up ma nigga, ma nigga I'm fuckin yo bitch
Yeaa
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch yeaa
Beat is stupid nigga did it for me
He was grindin till the morning like three
Kept on going he ain't getting no sleep
He sent to me
Tony get it you could body this beat
I was ready no I don't got to think
Felt like Tyson when I hop in the ring
I don't give a fuck
Who is stepping they could get it
Opps is pussy no I don't even sweat it
Haters bitches, they just fuckin pathethic
Talking reckless he about to regret it
Chevy calling bouta fuck up this debit
Becky calling bouta fuck up her credit
Tony Ayee and the "A" for amence
Boy imma get em
Niggas is lit
Hold up ma nigga, ma nigga I'm fuckin yo bitch
Ahhhn
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch yeaa
Stuntin, gunnin, getting money like it's nothing
Counting hunnits with my buzzin, counting hunnits with my cousin
Bluffin, duckin, pussy niggas they be duckin
And they running niggas puffin
Chopper on em David Ruffin
Niggas they playing a lot
Bust all bales and it's straight out the box
My life is a movie the gang is the plot
And the way that we move men we look like the swat
Tinnny let's lock one more time
Send me the track imma send you some rhymes
Tony Tone yeaaa my bars be sublime
Funny thing I ain't yet in my prime
Niggas is lit
Hold up ma nigga, ma nigga I'm fuckin yo bitch
Yeaa
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch
Fuckin yo bitch yeaa
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Writer(s): Tony Nwaneri
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