Tony Gwynn

Ayy, ooh, yeah
Mal what you doin'
Uh, It'sTexaco

Juggin' round the city, my lil' brother got them pints in
Five % my tint, this shit so dark, can't let the light in
OG movin' El DeBarge, he say the J's like it light skin
In the booth, I'm makin' hits, I'm feelin' like I'm Tony Gwynn
Like Michael Vick, might up the blicky with my left hand
This .223 got an extension with a kick stand
A pretty bitch, she poppin' pussy on a handstand
A couple hundred, she gon' swallow me like quicksand

She gon' give me brain like the SAT
Fucked a nigga bitch
I got him mad, he wanna fight me
Won't tussle with this clip
I'll shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee
I just popped a perc, like is you high? Bitch, I might be
Uh, can't ever get caught, lackin' every spot, I gotta' back in
Lil' ho tried to play me, wanna fuck, because them racks in
You wan' in the bricks for real, nigga, why you cappin' like you really him
Make a phone call and flood the partments' out with vacuum seals
Felt a lot of pain for real, couple scars, that ain't healed
Texaco, he from the Trap
Nawl' bitch, I'm from Hogansville
Side bitch takin' pictures, you can't see my face, I'm Wizard Kelly
Twelve on the block, it's gettin' hot in here, ain't talkin' Nelly
Lil' ho want to marry, call my phone, can't let it ring
Tell them niggas, we can't kick it like Bruce Lee, I do my own stunts
These ho's like how I kick, ain't talkin' punts
Every nigga want the smoke, he in a blunt

Juggin' round the city, my lil' brother got them pints in
Five % my tint, this shit so dark, can't let the light in
OG movin' El DeBarge, he say the J's like it light skin
In the booth, I'm makin' hits, I'm feelin' like I'm Tony Gwynn
Like Michael Vick, might up the blicky with my left hand
This .223 got an extension with a kick stand
A pretty bitch, she poppin' pussy on a handstand
A couple hundred, she gon' swallow me like quicksand

I'm from 28 Land
I know some young niggas who will turn this bitch to gangland
Sticks sound like a snare drum in a jazz band
I played what I was dealt, even though it was a bad hand
I still got motion, no emotion
All these bows need some lotion
Sippin' purple potion, got me movin' in slow motion
This is za for real, can't smoke too much
Cause it'll have you in a coma
Bank teller, say I'm really loud, I'm sorry for the odor
I got range with this 30, like I'm Stephen Curry
Niggas dyin' every day, I can't let my mama worry
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
What you know bout' takin' losses, got you prayin' for a victory
Pretty bitch, she poppin' pussy for that money
Couple hundred for that pussy, that ain't nothin
No, lil' silly hoe don't wanna be your baby father
Baking soda flow, cause when I drop, it come back harder

Juggin' round the city, my lil' brother got them pints in
5% my tint, this shit so dark, can't let the light in
OG movin' El DeBarge, he say the J's like it light skin
In the booth, I'm makin' hits, I'm feelin' like I'm Tony Gwynn
Like Michael Vick, might up the blicky with my left hand
This .223 got an extension with a kick stand
A pretty bitch, she poppin' pussy on a handstand
A couple hundred, she gon' swallow me like quicksand



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Writer(s): Tyquadre Rosser
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