T-Painnn

Tell dispatch, big dick's back, SRT scratch, say hello shawty
Issa light day, I got six chains, I cut five hoes, this a rinse baby
Gimme two daps, twist, two claps, bring it thru, snap, that's a oath shawty
I was locked in just like a pre-sync, what dat head for, now come again baby
Two girls in the backseat, on a power trip, they think I'm J. Cole
We got no ties, they ain't een trippin, they got no shirt, let 'em SZA baby
Need a three five, need a three piece, I need a threesome, lemme cope girl
In my own world, I'm Anita Swisher
I can turn dat bitch up too

Pardon my damn reflex, man
I done turnt that bitch up, too
Carpe DM T-Painnn, man
I done turnt that bitch up, too
Ice chain, chain, chain, chains, man
I done turnt dat bitch up too
Man dat hoe don't need no drank, man
I done turnt dat bitch up, too

I ain't got no ceilings, I ain't got no limits, if you say the sky, that's the lobby baby
I ain't got no Rollie, I ain't got no homies, I just got some OG like a uncle baby
Said you fuckin want me, come and fuckin show me
Can you focus on me, I am H.I.M., darling
Like you never know me, I be Candler Road'n
Who do you think you are
Baby, I am a camo doctor, you a damn imposter, ima damn veloci-, I'm a wizard, baby
I'm a pantie dropper, you a xanny popper, archaeologist, so can you dig it, baby
Issa 30 on me, issa super carry, I ain't even cappin, I'll cape you shawty
When the pressure rising, I done clear the island, turn the cape around, now it's a apron shawty
Keep a mean blindfold, baby know the fee fi-, fo-, hunnit thousand
Man I love babydaddy so much man, I'll go Dennis Rodman
Ion mall grab, I got skater problems
I'm a lone wolf, I'm on ten bars and a mini-soda and it ain't a problem
Like it's Ant Edwards, man it ain't a problem.

I done turnt that bitch up, too
Ain't no leave-on on my brain, man
I done turnt that bitch up, too
Carpe DMT-Painnn, man
I done turn dat bitch up too

I done turnt that bitch up, too



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Writer(s): Ari Waller
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