'Bout 2AM, get it in Yeah, ugh, Torymix I'm in my zone bitch Torymix, ahh I don't even use auto-tune, that's the funny thing, yeah
Look, nigga I'm ballin', bitches, Spalding This is the flyest nigga spittin' With the widest bitches You ain't ever a nigga have all of this shit I got no stress, your chick, no chest I make cheese in the process She watch, Rolex, ugh Um, I'ma get-get money All you hater niggas better get-get from me I could take all of your bitches with this money I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey Yeah, cool [?] from the south Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch I could take your skeeze, put her on her knees Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth Say your girl wack, I'm an asshole What can I say? I'ma Mac, no Apple River money, you can call a nigga cash flow I be slammin' on your girl, no backbone Uh-uh and my gang so tight Nigga lames, need shades, so bright Lately I'm gettin' paid so right Swallow the balls, give her brains all night Uh-um, you can run inside your city I'm on but I'm not Drake Get the [?] outta my face With that little brother shit I am who she [?] with tonight, and it's bedtime I will never stop, I don't see any red light Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back Y'all ain't gotta look inside [?] to see tracks Y'all ain't need an MCD to relapse [?] already won, I'ma do my relapse Sleepin' on haters, I gotta relax I ain't give a [?] what you thought 'bout me back When I was nothin' If I ain't high then I bust somethin', oh wait Wait, lemme let this bitch breath
I'm done with this shit I freestyle better than your writtens All your shit's bitten And if you talk shit I'ma hit you with that Smith and Tray what up? Mixtape comin' out in like a month or so And this is nothin', I eat up these beats Easily, I mean easily Niggas ain't seen me, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
