Tilt

Jack of all trades
Nigga I'm the shooter
And the driver
Fuck it
I'm the coppa and supplier
Neighborhood fryer
Bout to grip the game like pliers
Come back and set the city on fire
Man I been getting money
Big checks, boy I ain't no dummy
If you want it
then you gotta take it from me
It don't matter how they want it
I been tearing through the city and the country
Even on a snow day
Still bumping
On site still dumping
Woof, Big dawg still humpin
Real boss nigga
I don't punch in
I'm here for the lunchin
All these hoes down for the function
I never been the type for assumptions
Getting straight to the point
One whiff feel it in your joints I don't want the work
If it ain't moist
We all got a choice
Coming up I had to keep poise
Smoking loud pack
Calming all the noise
I'm hella paranoid with the demon in the hellcat sliding from the boys
Can't trust the iPhone,
Can't trust a droid
With all this cap rappin
I'm starting to get annoyed
Cause all I wanna do is be true
I feel like Lloyd
That pack weak
Had to hit it with the roids
And when it's war time
My hitters they get deployed
I'm tryna to fill up banks
They want me to fill the void

Said I'm bout to put the game on tilt
Smooth like silk, overnight Rome ain't get built
Whole year ran it up a quarter mill
Give a fuck bout how you feel
Out the dead,had to get it No deal
When I go they gon' bury me the Goat
Hating niggas do the most
So all I do is get the money and peel
Whole year ran it up a quarter mill
Give a fuck bout how you feel
out the dead,had to get it no deal

Said I'm bout to put the game on tilt
Smooth like silk,
overnight Rome ain't get built
Whole year ran it up a quarter mill
Give a fuck bout how you feel Out the dead and had to get it No deal
When I go they gon' bury me the Goat
Hating niggas do the most
So all I do is get the money and peel
Whole year ran it up a quarter mill
Give a fuck bout how you feel Out the dead end
Had to get it no deal