No Manners

I'm burning this gas up
Walk up in this bitch like I ain't got no manners
Been working on planning
The life that I live really comes from attraction
Fuck all the acting
Young Tizzle the only one to make it happen
She acting that ass up
My chill ass gon chill that ass down
Tizzle gon man up
While niggas is shooting and talking 'bout man down
Why you gon smoke him
When we can just chill and all get smoked out
Stop all the fighting
I pass you this joint and we can get choked out
Who's getting faded
I pass you this weed and we can just float now
Where are we going
Tizzle on chronic and we always floating
Stay on the low end
My life is a picture that's steady in motion
I'm picking this dough up
From niggas who steady just kicking that door in
Ideas is stored up
I'm keeping them coming
My eyes is open
What's the dizzle my nizzle
Its young Tizzle
Been spitting riddles since he was little
Getting bread from dimes and nickels
The man in the middle but found a way to get residuals
Flow is tight for this one need me a visual
Eating crab and lobster enchiladas
Go and get it the only thing that they taught em'
Smoking kill is the only reason I'm caughing
Rapping smoking all this weed until 100 million dollars nigga

I'm taking a bowl of weed
To spit out this flow you see
You niggas ain't cold as me
I pull up like no degrees
You think that I'm wasting food
By the way that I mold the cheese
And I know I got more by the way it's coming to me
It's young Tizzle Kidd headed out ain't got no time to wait
I love to get the bread
I love to blow that cake
Really smoking up
Blow it by the 8th
Smoke the place
Now we outta space
Hey



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Writer(s): Drew Brackens
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