TILLY ADLIBS
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
I just brought a lil' bitch and that bitch from my hood, yeah
I might leave that lil' bitch and just go find a better, yeah
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills
Bitch, I need me some extras, ayy
Feel like a motherfuckin' God in this bitch
I'm so gutter, my bitch from the ghetto
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta
And she juggin' you niggas, for real, when I let her
I just keep that motherfucker straight in my pockets
I pull this bitch out, it look like a rocket
My bitch look like Sandra, no Bullock, I'm poppin'
Why he talkin' shit? Yeah, that boy need to stop it
My whip is matte black I move round with some mobsters, yeah
Wide as fuck, nowhere to park it
This Lamborghini, I'm late for the meetin'
My ting finna leave, so I'm high and I'm speedin' now
I'm pullin' up, YSL right on my beanie, yeah
Eatin' five star fettuccine, linguine
I'm pullin' up two-hundred racks for the evenin'
And I only spend five when I walk 'round in Neiman's
I told that bitch, "Shut the fuck up, eat my semen"
Don't know what I said when I'm drunk, I ain't mean it
No, I ain't mean it
I just be trippin' on Adderall, put your lil' bitch in bikini
I left her fiendin', I left her fiendin'
High as a fuck, I'm so high, nice to meet me
I'm smokin' on gas, and just ash in the Urus
We rent SUVs, we don't rent Lamborghinis
When I'm pullin' out five, I don't flex, I just spend it
Look what the kid gotta do for his image
That shit be real, that's like nothin' to me
If I throw that shit up I'll be fine, I'll be splendid
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills
Bitch, I need me some extras
I don't know, bitch, it's like four AM
I'm from the gutter, my bitch from the ghetto
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta
And she juggin' you niggas, for real, when I let her
Woo (Uh-uh)
Woo (Uh-uh)
Yeah
Bruh, that's my favorite one
No, keep—, keep—, keep all of that shit
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
I just brought a lil' bitch and that bitch from my hood, yeah
I might leave that lil' bitch and just go find a better, yeah
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills
Bitch, I need me some extras, ayy
Feel like a motherfuckin' God in this bitch
I'm so gutter, my bitch from the ghetto
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta
And she juggin' you niggas, for real, when I let her
I just keep that motherfucker straight in my pockets
I pull this bitch out, it look like a rocket
My bitch look like Sandra, no Bullock, I'm poppin'
Why he talkin' shit? Yeah, that boy need to stop it
My whip is matte black I move round with some mobsters, yeah
Wide as fuck, nowhere to park it
This Lamborghini, I'm late for the meetin'
My ting finna leave, so I'm high and I'm speedin' now
I'm pullin' up, YSL right on my beanie, yeah
Eatin' five star fettuccine, linguine
I'm pullin' up two-hundred racks for the evenin'
And I only spend five when I walk 'round in Neiman's
I told that bitch, "Shut the fuck up, eat my semen"
Don't know what I said when I'm drunk, I ain't mean it
No, I ain't mean it
I just be trippin' on Adderall, put your lil' bitch in bikini
I left her fiendin', I left her fiendin'
High as a fuck, I'm so high, nice to meet me
I'm smokin' on gas, and just ash in the Urus
We rent SUVs, we don't rent Lamborghinis
When I'm pullin' out five, I don't flex, I just spend it
Look what the kid gotta do for his image
That shit be real, that's like nothin' to me
If I throw that shit up I'll be fine, I'll be splendid
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills
Bitch, I need me some extras
I don't know, bitch, it's like four AM
I'm from the gutter, my bitch from the ghetto
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta
And she juggin' you niggas, for real, when I let her
Woo (Uh-uh)
Woo (Uh-uh)
Yeah
Bruh, that's my favorite one
No, keep—, keep—, keep all of that shit
Credits
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Tyler Maline, Raymond Reichenbach, Marquis Williams
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