Walk up on this beat, yeah my name be Tennant
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Yea
She just want that finer thing, I just want that finer bling
Hop up right on stage, know I'm gon rap or sing
Yea don't talk to me
Your girl naturally f*ck on me
I don't wanna talk today, I just smoke my pound, chill with bro
Please don't f*ck with me
What
Please don't, yeah
Why you saying you a big thing when I don't know ya
Keep composure
Yeah, I can rap on this beat
High or sober
Find that crazy, people need that just to function
I go crazy on the beat, no bullshit
Said you ain't gotta blick then show it
Gon' cop some, see my weed gon grow it
Go crazy when I perform, yeah, I know it
Don't care, don't give no shit
I might f*cking hit your lady up
Yeah, I ain't gon' stay for long
Unless she pay me up
All she want, is new Mercedes yea
Yeah, I ain't gon get it
But ima still use my debit, saw her text I read it
I'ma slide through, leave him dead
Keep clicking, fill him with some lead
Bro, text me the load, bitch
I'm like, aight bet
Yeah, she suck me up, give me that neck
Put a check up on his head
We gon' get him gone, cuz that's what Simon said
And we sipping straight up out the bottle
Shit don't make no sense
Yeah, that bitch, she wanna f*ck me
Yeah, cuz she's a f*cking fan
So high, I feel like I'ma fly off to Japan
That's the plan, got these bitches jumping, screaming
Bezeyy, you the f*cking man
Pour the liquor in the cup, bitch
I mix that shit with Fanta
Red pants on, I was creeping, just like Santa
White shirt, red pussy, you can just imagine
Bro, said he's bout that smoke, but really ducking all that action
Know we go crazy right back-to-back
Smoking peach blunts
Yo, bitch, up on my dick
She be doing what I say so
While you smoking on your pack
My gas it slap yea
Up that shit, he better run
Yeah, that shit's just a fact, bruh
Walk up on this beat, yeah my name be Tennant
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Tennants - Mention (feat. Bezeyy2x & eazytokyo) Lyrics
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Walk up on this beat, yeah my name be Tennant
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Yea
She just want that finer thing, I just want that finer bling
Hop up right on stage, know I'm gon rap or sing
Yea don't talk to me
Your girl naturally f*ck on me
I don't wanna talk today, I just smoke my pound, chill with bro
Please don't f*ck with me
What
Please don't, yeah
Why you saying you a big thing when I don't know ya
Keep composure
Yeah, I can rap on this beat
High or sober
Find that crazy, people need that just to function
I go crazy on the beat, no bullshit
Said you ain't gotta blick then show it
Gon' cop some, see my weed gon grow it
Go crazy when I perform, yeah, I know it
Don't care, don't give no shit
I might f*cking hit your lady up
Yeah, I ain't gon' stay for long
Unless she pay me up
All she want, is new Mercedes yea
Yeah, I ain't gon get it
But ima still use my debit, saw her text I read it
I'ma slide through, leave him dead
Keep clicking, fill him with some lead
Bro, text me the load, bitch
I'm like, aight bet
Yeah, she suck me up, give me that neck
Put a check up on his head
We gon' get him gone, cuz that's what Simon said
And we sipping straight up out the bottle
Shit don't make no sense
Yeah, that bitch, she wanna f*ck me
Yeah, cuz she's a f*cking fan
So high, I feel like I'ma fly off to Japan
That's the plan, got these bitches jumping, screaming
Bezeyy, you the f*cking man
Pour the liquor in the cup, bitch
I mix that shit with Fanta
Red pants on, I was creeping, just like Santa
White shirt, red pussy, you can just imagine
Bro, said he's bout that smoke, but really ducking all that action
Know we go crazy right back-to-back
Smoking peach blunts
Yo, bitch, up on my dick
She be doing what I say so
While you smoking on your pack
My gas it slap yea
Up that shit, he better run
Yeah, that shit's just a fact, bruh
Walk up on this beat, yeah my name be Tennant
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Yea
She just want that finer thing, I just want that finer bling
Hop up right on stage, know I'm gon rap or sing
Yea don't talk to me
Your girl naturally f*ck on me
I don't wanna talk today, I just smoke my pound, chill with bro
Please don't f*ck with me
What
Please don't, yeah
Why you saying you a big thing when I don't know ya
Keep composure
Yeah, I can rap on this beat
High or sober
Find that crazy, people need that just to function
I go crazy on the beat, no bullshit
Said you ain't gotta blick then show it
Gon' cop some, see my weed gon grow it
Go crazy when I perform, yeah, I know it
Don't care, don't give no shit
I might f*cking hit your lady up
Yeah, I ain't gon' stay for long
Unless she pay me up
All she want, is new Mercedes yea
Yeah, I ain't gon get it
But ima still use my debit, saw her text I read it
I'ma slide through, leave him dead
Keep clicking, fill him with some lead
Bro, text me the load, bitch
I'm like, aight bet
Yeah, she suck me up, give me that neck
Put a check up on his head
We gon' get him gone, cuz that's what Simon said
And we sipping straight up out the bottle
Shit don't make no sense
Yeah, that bitch, she wanna f*ck me
Yeah, cuz she's a f*cking fan
So high, I feel like I'ma fly off to Japan
That's the plan, got these bitches jumping, screaming
Bezeyy, you the f*cking man
Pour the liquor in the cup, bitch
I mix that shit with Fanta
Red pants on, I was creeping, just like Santa
White shirt, red pussy, you can just imagine
Bro, said he's bout that smoke, but really ducking all that action
Know we go crazy right back-to-back
Smoking peach blunts
Yo, bitch, up on my dick
She be doing what I say so
While you smoking on your pack
My gas it slap yea
Up that shit, he better run
Yeah, that shit's just a fact, bruh
Walk up on this beat, yeah my name be Tennant
Why these people talk online, bout them cars they be rented yea
Did I mention, your girl be in my mention yea
She wanna link with me, tryna cool, get a mansion
Writer: Adam Tennant
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