T.y The Truth - Red Tape, Vol. 2

Out-Alet

Motherfuckers thought they fucking would
I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
Little bitch

Just another wannabe fake pump
Inspired by Drizzy
No disrespect to 6God
I just like more Yeezus
But if we talking culture FlyGod's on the shuffle
Musta heard pray for Paris that whole fucking summer
Now I got the compact disc
My advice to the world
Work it
Drop your best shit
Cause half y'all shit be mid
And that's just facts
Half y'all shit be mid
And half y'all shit unmixed

I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy car
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and

I'm a menace when I find the beats
I know Reasy cooking hits
Striving for a classic but
I record and go off this
Your pain is nothing but the bad thoughts sparked, electric flowing outlets
Shop to numb the pain
Hit your local outlet
For a discount on the clearance life
But you still bitching like a Karen
Raging about a fucking mask
Yelling in them stores
Complaining about everyone and everything
When the problems all fucking yours
Basic times for basic measure
Just a simple plot
When they call off all the shots, We gonna see who's really hot
These flows smack
Like heart attacks that killed the ones we love
This beat slaps
You off your ass
Hope you feel it through the sub
I ain't advocating bad times
I'm just saving up the funds
We building life for future generations
Make up what we've done
Then they tell you what to do in life
They dictate how we dress
You ever seen a nudist colony?
They freer then the rest

Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
Little bitch
I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
Little bitch
Smacking, smacking flows like the out-alet
Smacking, smacking, smacking flows like the out-alet
Lay it all to rest
Lay it all to rest
Lay it all to rest
Lay it all to rest
I smack flows like the out-alet
Call me but you can't collect
This the set
Hot wired
Running with your big guns
Flashy cars
And fake stats
All them flashy cars and fake stats
Little bitch
Yahhh

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Writer(s): Tyler Gildersleeve
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