I Know Tin

Yea I know Tin
Came through charged up like a kaioken
Why my main bitch can't fuck me like my side hoe can
Never rekindle any bonds with my old friends
Out grow folks
That grow slow
I Smoked dro
And drove slow
Like grown folks
With gold spokes
On Olds Mo's
The flows so
Stone cold
I'm a mother fucking stunna boy
All the bitches call me baby like I'm Stunna boy
Hit the haze and get wheezy like Stunna boy
Heat it up from the the fall to the winter back to the summer boy
Women love the boy
That's how the music gets funded when I'm unemployed
Spit the shit you couldn't stomach boy

They don't love you Dominic
Yea I know Tin
But as long as I'm me I know that I'm gon win
Never sink into a slump I know that I'm gon swim
Nigga I'm just him
Gods gift to skinny women
Many women
Felt my bedroom linen
Steady sinning
You spending pennies with it
Penny pinching
I already hit it
And if it wasnt me then Sebby did it
Even if he said he didn't
Pull up with the Chevy tinted
Deadly with it
Like lions in Sarengetti with it
Whole bunch of cut and they mixing the fetty with it
They ain't really dope though
Whole style ghost wrote
Approach hoes
Dolo
And pull a whole boat load
That's how stacks show boat



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Martin
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