A Lot

Empty your pockets and run me your watch
(Yea, Yea)
Keep it low-key in the city 'cause I know that people alerting the cops
(is this 911?)
Can't get my name out they mouth when I drop
This ain't a sequel but I keep it going for people who stuck with the plot
(Yea)
What am I
What am I making?
It is a lot
Why are you?
Why are you faking?
You better stop
Knock him out stone cold, guess you could say he got rocked
Infinity stones, I bedazzled them all on the Glock

Shoot to the bone, he might just squirm out his socks
That boy a
Damn he prolly finished my thought
All that she wrote
Rest of the story untold
I keep on crossing my ex's and adding my 0's
Transaction so big man I think the bank account froze
That ain't surprising, my eyes red like where's my Visine?
(Where's my Visine?)
Wanna come try me, I suggest you just come try me
(Don't do that)
My bitch bad, she take selfies in good lighting
(Yea, Yea)
My name's Ty! I suggest you use it lightly
(Yea Yea)

Empty your pockets and run me your watch
(Yea)
Keep it low-key in the city 'cause I know that people alerting the cops
(Like that is some lame shit)
Can't get my name out they mouth when I drop
This ain't a sequel but I keep it going for people who stuck with the plot
(Yea)
What am I
What am I making?
It is a lot
Why are you?
Why are you faking?
You better stop
Knock him out stone cold, guess you could say he got rocked
Infinity stones, I bedazzled them all on the Glock

Shhhhh
I don't wanna hear no sounds
I'm surround my my guys, so all my guys go into town
(Like fee-fi-fo-fum type shit)
And all your guys go in the ground
It's not my fault he said some things that he knew we just ain't allow



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Castellano
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