orusiris
(Wake up F1lthy)
Push too they city checkin' av's searching for they fuckin' block
Love seeing bros at the top but
Act like you running shit then you get knocked off huh
Back in this building I'm-
Balenci' it's killing the richer got em'
Let me bleed here, throw a couple percs in tolerate all of em'
I just invented this oppa stoppa but it's only meant for a cop caller
Leave a nigga dead lookin' for a problem
You a puppy bitch I own ya dog collar
Yeah this TG4L we some rotroilers
In a pack, push em' til the dead's got em' and the feds got em
In the head, got em' all fucked up on the meds you just-
Never would get too this level
Yeah you a puppy bitch, where your kittel?
Youn' even pop bitch why would you feel em'?
And when you at the top bitch bet that you'll feel it huh
Look at the view from the penthouse huh
Work a nine to five that's a bitch route huh
We gon' hop in this bitch no doubt
Get loud twin don't pay no amounts
Quiet down, quiet down, quiet down, quiet down
We come in this trap we gon' take you down
Pussy nigga he just running his mouth
Bad bitch cummin' all on the couch
Push em' to the dead yeah we leave em' bleed
Tell em' he's next tell em' he's next
Tell em' he's next tell em he's next
(Woo) (Orusiris?)
Consult with a fed' man that shit dead (phew)
Consult with a fed' man that shit dead
And if I tell you to trust me that's it
Cut me head off if you think I should live
But in my position I feel like I'm winning
I wanna stack 30 mil' before I start giving (a fuck)
Bad bitch tryna' pull up tryna' lick on my nut but-
Damn we don't really give no fucks
That bitch get dropped off at the corner store
Where the fuck she came from
Don't matter how much money we got cus'-
At the end of the day it's never enough
I got mainstream rappers telling me my shit tuff
But I was never giving no fuck
Preciate' all the love but Ian' never gave no fuck
Yeah ya' head in the clouds bitch
Yeah ya' need to quiet down bitch
Yeah ya' need to turn around bitch
Pick up ya' fucking frown bitch
Pulled up on a fent bitch she was just acting so crazy
You a sorry ass bitch heard that you motherfucking lazy
Ian' no bands bitch don't try to motherfuckin' chase me
But I keep some bands on me yo' bitch got her hands on us
And the perc got her sick huh- think she got pneumonia
(Phew) She finna motherfuckin' throw up
Can't handle this pill I wouldn't even cuff her but I would fuck her
Got narc's in this bitch gonna shoot like it's tucker
It's feds' undercover
Might just be ya' brother
Yeah we finna go and fuck your mother
Who is TG4L? No other
No cutters
No cutters
No fucks yeah no fucks
Damn, when I pull up hop in this bitch finna get blammed
Ridin' round town and you'll get slammed ridin' round ya town
And we get slammed damn I'm on the map
Damn Im chasing bands (phew)
They told me to hop on this beat, so I made it happen
Push me to the deadzone, already know shit get traumatic
Yeah shit get estatic
I'm a geeked holding blasters
Shoot a nigga for fun huh
Make a nigga disappear it was magic
(Phew, phew, phew)
Pull up with sticks on em'
Got ya' bitch finna suck my dick you gotta own her
Oh you got exposed for going out bad
Know you finna blow know that ya slow
Flamboyant from head to toe
Gettin' paid? I already know how that go
Get paid 10 mil' won't even show up to my show huh
Yeah you're gone, under your grave
Don't even know who the fuck you is lil bitch
I don't even know your name
And it's crazy, everytime a nigga outside bitch shit get crazy
And every nigga that wanna come outside bitch shit get tamed
Push too they city checkin' av's searching for they fuckin' block
Love seeing bros at the top but
Act like you running shit then you get knocked off huh
Back in this building I'm-
Balenci' it's killing the richer got em'
Let me bleed here, throw a couple percs in tolerate all of em'
I just invented this oppa stoppa but it's only meant for a cop caller
Leave a nigga dead lookin' for a problem
You a puppy bitch I own ya dog collar
Yeah this TG4L we some rotroilers
In a pack, push em' til the dead's got em' and the feds got em
In the head, got em' all fucked up on the meds you just-
Never would get too this level
Yeah you a puppy bitch, where your kittel?
Youn' even pop bitch why would you feel em'?
And when you at the top bitch bet that you'll feel it huh
Look at the view from the penthouse huh
Work a nine to five that's a bitch route huh
We gon' hop in this bitch no doubt
Get loud twin don't pay no amounts
Quiet down, quiet down, quiet down, quiet down
We come in this trap we gon' take you down
Pussy nigga he just running his mouth
Bad bitch cummin' all on the couch
Push em' to the dead yeah we leave em' bleed
Tell em' he's next tell em' he's next
Tell em' he's next tell em he's next
(Woo) (Orusiris?)
Consult with a fed' man that shit dead (phew)
Consult with a fed' man that shit dead
And if I tell you to trust me that's it
Cut me head off if you think I should live
But in my position I feel like I'm winning
I wanna stack 30 mil' before I start giving (a fuck)
Bad bitch tryna' pull up tryna' lick on my nut but-
Damn we don't really give no fucks
That bitch get dropped off at the corner store
Where the fuck she came from
Don't matter how much money we got cus'-
At the end of the day it's never enough
I got mainstream rappers telling me my shit tuff
But I was never giving no fuck
Preciate' all the love but Ian' never gave no fuck
Yeah ya' head in the clouds bitch
Yeah ya' need to quiet down bitch
Yeah ya' need to turn around bitch
Pick up ya' fucking frown bitch
Pulled up on a fent bitch she was just acting so crazy
You a sorry ass bitch heard that you motherfucking lazy
Ian' no bands bitch don't try to motherfuckin' chase me
But I keep some bands on me yo' bitch got her hands on us
And the perc got her sick huh- think she got pneumonia
(Phew) She finna motherfuckin' throw up
Can't handle this pill I wouldn't even cuff her but I would fuck her
Got narc's in this bitch gonna shoot like it's tucker
It's feds' undercover
Might just be ya' brother
Yeah we finna go and fuck your mother
Who is TG4L? No other
No cutters
No cutters
No fucks yeah no fucks
Damn, when I pull up hop in this bitch finna get blammed
Ridin' round town and you'll get slammed ridin' round ya town
And we get slammed damn I'm on the map
Damn Im chasing bands (phew)
They told me to hop on this beat, so I made it happen
Push me to the deadzone, already know shit get traumatic
Yeah shit get estatic
I'm a geeked holding blasters
Shoot a nigga for fun huh
Make a nigga disappear it was magic
(Phew, phew, phew)
Pull up with sticks on em'
Got ya' bitch finna suck my dick you gotta own her
Oh you got exposed for going out bad
Know you finna blow know that ya slow
Flamboyant from head to toe
Gettin' paid? I already know how that go
Get paid 10 mil' won't even show up to my show huh
Yeah you're gone, under your grave
Don't even know who the fuck you is lil bitch
I don't even know your name
And it's crazy, everytime a nigga outside bitch shit get crazy
And every nigga that wanna come outside bitch shit get tamed
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Writer(s): Maliek Mcintosh
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