Lyrics:
Poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo
Poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti poo
What did bad bunny do to you
Poo ti poo ti poo ti poo ti
what's funny
Where they laughin' at me
Because I'm gettin' money
(I'm gettin' guap)
I'm gettin' guap (Ayy)
I'm gettin' top (Woo)
By America's number one
make 100k
Shinin' on my schedule
I spend 90 on my bezzle
And I'm lookin' hotter than an
Iron on a kettle
80 on my neck and 211 on the bottle
You know
(yeah)
Hell, we got plenty to drink (that's right)
Hell, we got wine, beer, whiskey, gin
Pullin' petals off of
'bezzles switchin' levels
And a lincoln
I'd tell 'em 'bout how you had it hard
Mane fuck these people, Teelee, tell 'em
Kentrell always kept a rod
Show 'em my bezzle, how it shine, MaMa
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
that CT
Terrell check my bezzle on this platinum Jacob watch
They locked up my body but my mind never stopped
Cause I was plotting, and planning,
Game by the ounce like them Packs of loud
With some amps in the back and the slap is poundin
Residual stacks so its racks we countin
If you pitch it
Yeah talking bout these rolls
Yeah talking bout these rolls
Lets go
Lets go
Nobody told me
Be by my lonely
Counting these racks
Everyday never
school gave me that before I left that CT (T!)
Terrell check my bezzle on this platinum Jacob watch (watch!)
They locked up my body but my mind never
I’m next in the line y’all fold under pressure
momma said it’s fine these folks don’t know any better
man I’m barely gettin by law man really gettin
the block
That’s a lot
We all see through the plot
Tho it’s tough and I
They can't even talk i see the lie
Got this shawty plotting by my side
I ain't gotta
Money tight, cold nights they ont mold right
Ls back to back recoverin from the old fights
Time passin by another year to lift my soul’s height
My
boo
I know you forever TRU by the things you do
Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me
You'll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me
you don't move how I move, different toilets
You don't do how I do, like 5-7-5
That's a hot haiku, went to Shang Hai for lunch and
I was back by noon,
Turn up your speakers, this is my moment of eureka
Great minds think alike though fools seldom differ
I'm by the river
Ruminating about the thin line
and
I was back by noon, next year you won't be able to
Do the **** I did, I listen better might have to tape
Open your eyelids, bars like whereas you get
bezzle, big bank with the rest of em
Crime pays, not minimum wage
Look I be trappin' by myself I don't need no help
I be assin' niggas, you aint scorin?
watch this
It's cold at the top just like mt everest
All your cash is on your wrist
You just put the bezzle in embezzlement
Let's settle this yeah this
Yeah Welcome
Mr X to the Z, listen
All praises due to the most high
And everything perceived by my third eye
I was raised a Jehovah witness found
I'm on
Do me a show then go cop me a home
And I did this by my lonnnnneee
So don't keep on calling trying get on yeah
Don't try to get on
You a get
Mmm mm mmm
Its THCSG
Ahhh Ahhh
Bezzle from the 6ix
Ya you know its me
Mmm mm
More or less
They so moraless
Swear everybody
They just want
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