Tony Tony
Hunnid racks on me, Prada bags on me
I just popped that tag, homie, big ahh Glock, I spazz on you
Why yo' squad so damn phony?
Yeah I got that swag on me
Why yo' pockets look so damn boney? (yeah)
I get cheese with pepperoni (yeah)
She want D, said "get up on it" (okay)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin' (yeah)
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny (woo)
Tony Stark like Tony Tony (woo)
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em (woo)
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin' (woo)
This Biscotti got me floatin'
Big ass Lamb' truck, I'm tryna floor it
Put your hands up, bitch, I don't know ya
Finna go post it up with Magnolia
You a-you a cap, yeah, you a liar (cap, cap)
Yeah, that swag on me, but you know that, yeah
All black, we dressed like a Kodak
Heavy ass bullets, I'm tryna go throw that (throw that)
I'm on a roll just like a Rolex
Where yo' ho? I'm tryna slut her (yeah)
Fifteen poles, no runnin', big ol' truck, so worth it
Woah, that bitch so naughty (yeah)
Say what you want, yeah, baby, I got it (oh yeah)
And that Lamb' truck runnin' up mileage (yeah, ayy)
She suck the dick with no hands 'cause she wildin'
Yeah, some niggas cops, some niggas robbers
Yeah, "che-che, drop," lil' bro, I got it
I don't got queso, yeah, I got cabbage
Told her this goyard, it fit in my pocket
So many threats just stood up in my closet
She got a che embedded, nigga pop it
Yeah, I'm so scary, Freddy Krueger, stop it
Yeah, we got cheese, but this without the cottage
Tell Summer Walker that I want the noggin'
Spe-spent a hundred bands, when I walked out of Prada
Nigga clap on her ass when I woke up
Back then they won't catch me on the run
Only wanted the aerosol, probably gonna die
Shoot a nigga on camera, now that's wild
Yeah, it's Taco Tuesday without the Tac'
Nigga is just tweetin', while I demolish
This nigga turned his back, I shot him
I'm like two k up in dollars, I'm gettin' too paid, yeah, I'm still the finest
Yeah, broke boy, where you get them diamonds?
Givenchy, boy, it's that timin', yeah
I'm in New York and you know I'm wildin' (yeah)
Bad bitch, yeah, she wanna go robbin' (bad bitch, yeah, she wanna go robbin')
She get cold like Baskin-Robbins
Niggas see my swag, then they just copy (copy)
Two pack, yeah, that's a copy
Shot his face off, now that boy look like Kakashi
Say you got money, no profit
RIP Chico, a nigga know him up and down
I'm fuckin' yo bitch, just watch me
I'll end this shit, yeah, just suck on my cock (yeah)
These niggas sit down and potty (yeah)
That time I was fishin' like Scotty
In the end, yeah, I'll be the highest (yeah)
Hunnid racks on me, Prada bags on me (yeah, yeah)
I just popped that tag, homie, big ahh glock, I spazz on you (okay, yeah)
Why yo' squad so damn phony? (woo)
Yeah I got that swag on me (woo)
Why yo' pockets look so damn bony? (woo)
I get cheese with pepperoni (woo)
She want D, said "get up on it" (woo)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin'
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny
Tony Stark like Tony Tony
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin'
This Biscotti got me floatin' (yeah, okay)
I just popped that tag, homie, big ahh Glock, I spazz on you
Why yo' squad so damn phony?
Yeah I got that swag on me
Why yo' pockets look so damn boney? (yeah)
I get cheese with pepperoni (yeah)
She want D, said "get up on it" (okay)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin' (yeah)
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny (woo)
Tony Stark like Tony Tony (woo)
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em (woo)
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin' (woo)
This Biscotti got me floatin'
Big ass Lamb' truck, I'm tryna floor it
Put your hands up, bitch, I don't know ya
Finna go post it up with Magnolia
You a-you a cap, yeah, you a liar (cap, cap)
Yeah, that swag on me, but you know that, yeah
All black, we dressed like a Kodak
Heavy ass bullets, I'm tryna go throw that (throw that)
I'm on a roll just like a Rolex
Where yo' ho? I'm tryna slut her (yeah)
Fifteen poles, no runnin', big ol' truck, so worth it
Woah, that bitch so naughty (yeah)
Say what you want, yeah, baby, I got it (oh yeah)
And that Lamb' truck runnin' up mileage (yeah, ayy)
She suck the dick with no hands 'cause she wildin'
Yeah, some niggas cops, some niggas robbers
Yeah, "che-che, drop," lil' bro, I got it
I don't got queso, yeah, I got cabbage
Told her this goyard, it fit in my pocket
So many threats just stood up in my closet
She got a che embedded, nigga pop it
Yeah, I'm so scary, Freddy Krueger, stop it
Yeah, we got cheese, but this without the cottage
Tell Summer Walker that I want the noggin'
Spe-spent a hundred bands, when I walked out of Prada
Nigga clap on her ass when I woke up
Back then they won't catch me on the run
Only wanted the aerosol, probably gonna die
Shoot a nigga on camera, now that's wild
Yeah, it's Taco Tuesday without the Tac'
Nigga is just tweetin', while I demolish
This nigga turned his back, I shot him
I'm like two k up in dollars, I'm gettin' too paid, yeah, I'm still the finest
Yeah, broke boy, where you get them diamonds?
Givenchy, boy, it's that timin', yeah
I'm in New York and you know I'm wildin' (yeah)
Bad bitch, yeah, she wanna go robbin' (bad bitch, yeah, she wanna go robbin')
She get cold like Baskin-Robbins
Niggas see my swag, then they just copy (copy)
Two pack, yeah, that's a copy
Shot his face off, now that boy look like Kakashi
Say you got money, no profit
RIP Chico, a nigga know him up and down
I'm fuckin' yo bitch, just watch me
I'll end this shit, yeah, just suck on my cock (yeah)
These niggas sit down and potty (yeah)
That time I was fishin' like Scotty
In the end, yeah, I'll be the highest (yeah)
Hunnid racks on me, Prada bags on me (yeah, yeah)
I just popped that tag, homie, big ahh glock, I spazz on you (okay, yeah)
Why yo' squad so damn phony? (woo)
Yeah I got that swag on me (woo)
Why yo' pockets look so damn bony? (woo)
I get cheese with pepperoni (woo)
She want D, said "get up on it" (woo)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin'
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny
Tony Stark like Tony Tony
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin'
This Biscotti got me floatin' (yeah, okay)
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