Get Away
Tyson McKie
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Ayo, Step 1 Back tf up while addressing The best one, check son, I'm the next one Go dust my crown & do ya dance, stick to jestin' I stay shittin on ya like ya name restroom Listen papi I ain't into all that snake shit, that fake shit You too basic, to grace this face bitch My presence is a blessing Yea, I can be delightful, but if you the aim of my target Shit can get hella frightful I'm petty sorta spiteful, sick in the head, I'm viral So if you thinkin this a joke, you'll get played like recitals I'm ice cold, I been a bad nigga since high school Shit I been bad since I came out the cooch Speaking of that, word to my mother, I ain't built like the others Don't let the lightskin fool you, I ain't nuthin cookie cutter I'm the type to slash tires, cut brakes, piss in ya Cheerios Let's have a bleach brownie bake sale Since muthafuckas don't hear me doe! Wow, Tadow, watch out clowns! It's the petty king, you can't take the crown I was knighted by Augusta, co-signed by Grovetown Raised by yours truly, FYI to whoever thought they knew me It's a lot of that around in this town, y'all live off rumors The way you twat niggas gossip, I bet ya jizz off rumors Nut drippings thru ya tighty whities, The road I always took was highly built But now ion give a f*ck! F*ck a chill! If I catch you speakin my name, pistol right in ya mouth You better hope I don't blow, like the pepper is out If I'm feelin sorta nice, snatch you up in daylight The location will be secluded, the room shape of a Cubix If you can say it to my face, I might let you off wit some ease son Couple face cuts, so you'll remember who not to speak on Speakin negative on me son? Better putcha Jesus piece on Not even God can save you from what I'ma do to you heathens! See hurt people hurt people, that's applies to me too I dun been thru it all, now anger's how I pursue If we can't talk it out on some grown shit, keep ya lips closed trick If you can't do that, I'm leave them bitches swollen You should've listened, now like my neck You gon have ta ice it out I told my squad edit that part out I told em Splice it out Call my niggas, head count Dat mean I'ma price you out I'll cash app him the amount The next day you mysteriously drowned I'm quite psycho Ain't no high road My game, my rules Eviscerate all rivals BEWARE!
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