Aye
My music
My music
Y'all still sleeping on it, 40 on my waist just please don't touch me or I'm squeezing on it
Got these bows from Zach you know the smell that bih be reeking don't it
If the beat ain't got no f*cking kick then Ian speaking on it
I can't talk on that I be on them beats these nigga don't like how he walk on that
Will be making hits up in his room that shit like back to back, no I cannot get attached
If you waste my time you waste my money know I need the stack
Get paid every week my 9 to 5 always gon give me pape
How you in the trap but that shit dry lil bruh go buss a quake
Why you pillow talking to my ex she not gon give you play
I hop on these beats and get to spitting like a bad taste and all that shit with Jas it left my head up in a bad space
In see niggas always tryna copy but f*ck up the paste
They love when I go slow but all my nigga said pick up the pace
Slide on tracks like Jonny them boys know that I'm gon win the race
Sprinting on these niggas
Heard them boys below my Spectrum ain't connecting with you niggas
40 with that beaver grip thats my protection from you niggas
Them boy won't f*ck up my plan
I just let them boys keep thinking that T Willy ain't gon BLAM
Ion play about my life and Ion play about my fam
Niggas mad I'm coming up and doing shit they know they can't
Don't condone in all the beef bruh I'm just tryna get a band
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
But I can call my mans
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
T-W!ll - Punk (freestyle) Lyrics
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Aye
My music
My music
Y'all still sleeping on it, 40 on my waist just please don't touch me or I'm squeezing on it
Got these bows from Zach you know the smell that bih be reeking don't it
If the beat ain't got no f*cking kick then Ian speaking on it
I can't talk on that I be on them beats these nigga don't like how he walk on that
Will be making hits up in his room that shit like back to back, no I cannot get attached
If you waste my time you waste my money know I need the stack
Get paid every week my 9 to 5 always gon give me pape
How you in the trap but that shit dry lil bruh go buss a quake
Why you pillow talking to my ex she not gon give you play
I hop on these beats and get to spitting like a bad taste and all that shit with Jas it left my head up in a bad space
In see niggas always tryna copy but f*ck up the paste
They love when I go slow but all my nigga said pick up the pace
Slide on tracks like Jonny them boys know that I'm gon win the race
Sprinting on these niggas
Heard them boys below my Spectrum ain't connecting with you niggas
40 with that beaver grip thats my protection from you niggas
Them boy won't f*ck up my plan
I just let them boys keep thinking that T Willy ain't gon BLAM
Ion play about my life and Ion play about my fam
Niggas mad I'm coming up and doing shit they know they can't
Don't condone in all the beef bruh I'm just tryna get a band
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
But I can call my mans
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
My music
My music
Y'all still sleeping on it, 40 on my waist just please don't touch me or I'm squeezing on it
Got these bows from Zach you know the smell that bih be reeking don't it
If the beat ain't got no f*cking kick then Ian speaking on it
I can't talk on that I be on them beats these nigga don't like how he walk on that
Will be making hits up in his room that shit like back to back, no I cannot get attached
If you waste my time you waste my money know I need the stack
Get paid every week my 9 to 5 always gon give me pape
How you in the trap but that shit dry lil bruh go buss a quake
Why you pillow talking to my ex she not gon give you play
I hop on these beats and get to spitting like a bad taste and all that shit with Jas it left my head up in a bad space
In see niggas always tryna copy but f*ck up the paste
They love when I go slow but all my nigga said pick up the pace
Slide on tracks like Jonny them boys know that I'm gon win the race
Sprinting on these niggas
Heard them boys below my Spectrum ain't connecting with you niggas
40 with that beaver grip thats my protection from you niggas
Them boy won't f*ck up my plan
I just let them boys keep thinking that T Willy ain't gon BLAM
Ion play about my life and Ion play about my fam
Niggas mad I'm coming up and doing shit they know they can't
Don't condone in all the beef bruh I'm just tryna get a band
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
But I can call my mans
Just like Nick I'm not up in these streets but I can call my mans go
Writer: Tristan Wilson
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