Tekky

Chip, Frisco, K-Trap, Krept

Big zoot, back strap, Cognac, back that Big back, grab that, really wanna tap that Stick go brap brap, tek no back chat Life from the jungle, hakuna ma tat tat Stop with the wass akh, any likkle fas bag Yo, pussy bwoy do me suttin' if you're that bad Left wrist, see the buss down no flash fam Penthouse suite where I cool and relax at Chipmunk mad man, touch mic, Baghdad Everyday I run up in the booth where the racks at Let's talk UK rap, I'm a Dad fam I go hard period pussy you likkle Tampax One beat, one plan, one mic, one stand Anything M-I-C, man ah bad man Thinking you can rhyme like me, are you mad fam? Look at all the blood I splurged, I feel like Mad Max Wait, man are rappin OG's Back to rapping 'n' snappin' dere ain't no capping on beat I will actually wrap him up and den pack an mc Ain't a fan of the rappers, dem man ain't handling me Man I brang all the savages, can't lack in no street All da mandem erratic, you know dey managing the beef Still packing the packet 'n' push pack in OT Since back in 0'3 (Finish him) Heard dat 1 track, heard nuff gun chat Looked at chippy like he really dun dat Dick down a one yat, big batty flung back Fuck dat love akh, link man, bruck dat Switch flow, sick mode, wrist glow Dick hoes, quick throat, pricks know, diss bro, it's go Pay da young boy for a cheffing I bought the dip like crypto Frisco, sick flow, it's so Grimy So don't try me it get's mad when I'm pissed tho Big doe sick mode, prezzy on wrist tho Chip know, "He will tell you Fris' that's big bro" Intro, ahhright, star 9, carbine Bullet in skin from you diss one a our guys Drop them Pharsyde their side our side Archive came from the dark side Can't slide around my way you niggas need balance, I'm baffled Say you done things that you haven't Non-chalant I am a don it's apparent We ain't family I don't know niggas from Adam I came up around robbers and drug barons Disarm man like I was Faron You want war that's no challenge We set trends no bandwagons Rise my ting everyting flatten Long clip in the 17, walk with the dangles feel like Teddy (Shotters) Walk him down get a good angle then I get shelly See me on TV I'm still tryna pattern up shirts on telly If we Don't see eye to eye don't try patch it I ain't like Nelly I walk with the wicked drillyest It's gotta hold 6 in minimum Bro caught a head back brilliant They need three get backs minimum Double R with the stars in the roof Next star in a coupe Me and P try tape it twice We was in a jarring mood (hmm)

Written by: Casyo Johnson, Deshane Cornwall, Devonte Martin, Jahmaal FyffeLyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric MusicLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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