[Hook] TB, honest I know I swear I got it No I ain't playing no more And if you round me Then I got you my dawg cause we rolling with my brothers till The day that I’m gone yeah TB, honest I know I swear I got it No I ain't playing no more And if you round me Then I got you my dawg cause we rolling with my brothers till The day that I’m gone yeah
[Verse 1] I be, seeing no competition And what I’m making for a show will pay your sons tuition Off a Xanax and a spliff, I’m seeing double vision I swear I gone and fucked the beat and leave it with some children I ain't got time for these fuck boys Feeling like I’m cinco man I got no choice If there’s weed up in the room you better roll it like a Royce Get some earplugs boy cause all the weed I’m blowing making noise Uh, pop a perc cause I’m stressed out Helmut Lang how I dress now I cut the green on my team’s side so I weeded out all the reptiles I got it, I swear I got it And I ain't nowhere near a rap god yet, I’m still a prophet But give me couple years I’ll dead the scene, take the cream On a bitches lips like Maybelline, I pull out then buss a nut So if she say it’s mine, that’s make believe I don’t trust em Never trust em, and its fuck the police cause I’m never cuffing [Hook] TB, honest I know I swear I got it No I ain't playing no more And if you round me Then I got you my dawg cause we rolling with my brother till The day that I’m gone yeah
[Verse 2] TBH I demonstrate how I’m the realest Wrist so icy boy that’s why they callin me the chillest But I be the illest when it comes to spitting lyrics Fuck the hypocrites I keep the money flowing like a river Tryna cop a big beemer I’m tippin of the sizzurp I ain't talkin tip like strippers Fuck the beat let me spit the real shit Breakdown, they ain't get it when I first started rappin huh? Now it cost 10 racks just to get me through the back of your crappy club Why they looking funny cause I’m English but my favorite to say is, bruh Well I’m breaking all the rules I’m the new school you acting like a student cause Fuck fame I’ve had hoes from 1st grade no pen state no pen state no pen state Thriller with the beats boy MJ Need a layup from my city then I dunk it MJ No one knowing where I’m coming just like a chemtrail My competition falling off just like they fake nails Fuck boy while you hating I’m in Seychelles I be riding through my city till they placing my nails In my coffin sippin coffee planning tactics I swear I studied harder than a cake resisting fat kids This is fact shit, DeCaprio try and catch me with this rap shit Uh, every bar is cinematic I spray like an automatic.. With your girl doing back flips, uh