Tesla (feat. Surg)

Hopped out the Tahoe went right to the jet
I'm goin in hoe I might break a sweat
I'm a young baller like Trae I go in and drop bombs on the set
All of this shit is a part of my stress
Y'all playing checkers I stay playing chess
I am adaptin sometimes I digress
I swear y'all rappers ain't even impressive
I'm on my last bitch so test me whoa
Me and Surg whippin the Tesla yeah
I don't think y'all got the message oh
I'm pullin up got the package ah
Fuck that bitch she got the baggage
I'm high as fuck smokin on cabbage
My bands be so tall they elastic whoa
I'm servin dope in the plastic

I do what I want and I do what I please
Watchin yo tone when you talking to me
I'm catching them bodies it's 2nd degree
I'm living my life and I'm living it free
I'm switching the flow So you catching my heat
I pick and I roll like I ball like the heat
My bars are so cold blow like a breeze
My heart is so cold so imma do me
So fuck what you think
Me and my homies gon win
I promise you hoes gon submit
I swear I'm done with this bitch
Over and over again
Over and over again
I swear my bitch she a ten I swear my bitch she a ten
Over and over again
Nah she ain't gotta pretend nah she ain't gotta pretend
She hold it down to the end
Even when we was just friends
Over and over again
Me and Yung Sticc gonna win
Always pull up with a hit
Pussy so wet imma swim
Hop In a focus and dip
I got one hand on the blick
Cash money flow with the brick
Y'all already know what it is
No I ain't ever gon miss

Hopped out the Tahoe went right to the jet
I'm goin in hoe I might break a sweat
I'm a young baller like Trae I go in and drop bombs on the set
All of this shit is a part of my stress
Y'all playing checkers I stay playing chess
I am adaptin sometimes I digress
I swear y'all rappers ain't even impressive
I'm on my last bitch so test me whoa
Me and Surg whippin the Tesla yeah
I don't think y'all got the message oh
I'm pullin up got the package ah
Fuck that bitch she got the baggage
I'm high as fuck smokin on cabbage
My bands be so tall they elastic whoa
I'm servin dope in the plastic

Please clear the premises I'm bout to blow up
After blind side told myself step the flow up
Y'all should be honored if I even show up
If a pussy want smoke then he better fuckin pull up
I got Glock in the right and the smith in my left
Smoking I'm high and yo bitch on my lap
I never lie all I'm spittin is facts
Crazy bitch bi got her friend in my bed
2 shots in the sky the next one in yo head
Fuckin with Sticc bitch I'm totin' that lead
Funny cause I ain't even talking bout the strap
Yo bitch get the joke she holdin back laughter
I always knew I was gone be a rapper
Everyone doubted now look where they at
Fuck all of y'all I don't need none of that
Fuck all of y'all I don't need none of that
Don't need the dms about how y'all support me
Was doin this back then y'all said I was corny
We not cool like that y'all mindset distorted
Where was the love I was being extorted
I get the love from myself it's imported
None of that fake shit was ever important
Bringing the rain bitch I'm makin it storm
Regular g superstar I'm transforming

Hopped out the Tahoe went right to the jet
I'm goin in hoe I might break a sweat
I'm a young baller like Trae I go in and drop bombs on the set
All of this shit is a part of my stress
Y'all playing checkers I stay playing chess
I am adaptin sometimes I digress
I swear y'all rappers ain't even impressive
I'm on my last bitch so test me whoa
Me and Surg whippin the Tesla yeah
I don't think y'all got the message oh
I'm pullin up got the package ah
Fuck that bitch she got the baggage
I'm high as fuck smokin on cabbage
My bands be so tall they elastic whoa
I'm servin dope in the plastic



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Stickley, Sergio Reyna
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