Way 2 Tho'd

I don't like conversation, shawty, please don't waste my time
These niggas be phony, you just gotta peep the signs
If you not my family, then you cannot hit my line
I'm not from this planet, shawty, you are not my kind
I'm in my U.F.O., I swang and bang in outer space
I got syrup in my cup, and I got Screw all on my tape
I'm one deep like all the time, 'cause these niggas way too fake
I'm in my mode, I'm way too tho'd, shawty, yeah, I'm feeling great

I got gas all in my lungs, I got Texas on my plates
I ain't a nigga you can't fuck with, you can see it in my face
Give a fuck about the next, I gotta go at my own pace
Niggas never run up on me 'cause them niggas know they place
Do my dirt all on my lonely so I do not got no case
I don't ever run from beef, I ain't the one you gotta chase
You can see me eye to eye and we can do this shit your way
I'm still working on my patience, we can handle it today
You know they say karma a bitch, you know one day that you gon' pay
You know this shit here ain't no game, you know I ain't got time to play
You little nigga just some small fries, I got too much on my plate
You know time is of the essence, so I ain't got time to wait

I don't like conversation, shawty, please don't waste my time
These niggas be phony, you just gotta peep the signs
If you not my family, then you cannot hit my line
I'm not from this planet, shawty, you are not my kind
I'm in my U.F.O., I swang and bang in outer space
I got syrup in my cup, and I got Screw all on my tape
I'm one deep like all the time, 'cause these niggas way too fake
I'm in my mode, I'm way too tho'd, shawty, yeah, I'm feeling great



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Daivs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link