Tintz

John Mello on the beat

Uhh, aye
Bitch
Aye, aye

We don't fuck around, we don't play the games
Bitch aint Tennessee, whole gang sippin' drank
Move like the army, bitch even got a tank
Aye, we on different levels but we got different ranks
Aye, imma pull yo card boy you hella soft
Aye, everybody wit me a savage, we all gettin off
If that bitch got a friend then i'm gettin hard
Aye, we was out late, after dark
Vince aint got valet its push to start
You aint gotta explain shit to me you a bitch at heart
& my new bitch bad, she a piece of art
7.62's, going super far

I'd rather sip a double cup then the hen dog
Why you tryna shake my hand, we aint friend dog
No you cant hit my blunt, fuck yo ends dog
I been getting blue strips, what you been on
I got the card number and pin
I been swiping up at chase they like Vega how you been
I got new Gucci shades i can't see through the tints
I just got a new chain and that all on a bitch
Pinky ring flashing like a disco ball
Said she got a man she down to risk it all
I just hit twenty bands and I spent it all
Need the work, hit my line, imma send it all

Bitch im gon get it every day, i dont need a reason
Remember i was out here broke as hell, I was barely eating
Now i'm buying all the new designer like every season
Louie V sandals on my feet make me feel like Jesus
Pouring up codeine, its dark as hell, look like dog water
Really only thing I wanna do is ball harder
This bitch sucked my dick so good i'm like who taught her
Walking in waving round the stick, I aint Harry Potter
If I see a opp, let it pop, I wont hesitate
RIP's poppin like confetti, we gon celebrate
Niggas fake flexin on the gram, Lil Tay
Baby drac, got a lil kick, it do MMA



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Writer(s): Ivan Casillas
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