Letras
Yeah Yo
It's Tyler John
I'm probably outside
Driving around your house
Taking your whole home team down now for ransom
This for all the ones who never saw me
How I see myself, or handsome
Like what you think you got the man spitting here to You live from your nearest garage
I won't ever speak a word about that twat
How you think the man go pop
Always had my lips to lock and you
Know I'm still a jock at heart
I can make her hips shake, yeah that's what we call an Earthquake, and if you ain't like it you can kick rocks
I'm all about my strap, yet you can't see me in a ski mask
Got no more time for lags, time to grab your bags and Pack then hit the road like Jack
Used to roll the dice up against the wall for 10 beans
I was nice
Now I'm on some monster shit
Like Ed Geen
Pull up splice working through the night, to cook the next beat
You don't get to live twice
And I can't wait for next week
Everybody sucks now and I ain't even mad at all
Find me in a all white room with some padded walls. Jumped out the window, ran down the street
Passed the mall dodging cars found a bar made it in for last call
That's about as far as I'll go if you know me. My boy died twice came back watched him ode
Wake up slam a green smoothie then I smoke weed. Baddie caked up me and booty I'm like O'geez
But what's it all worth at this point, I'm like nothing now
All I want to do is pack my shit, then I'm a fucking bounce
Malibu on a beach and we go'n puff an ounce
And if you don't smoke weed then get the fuck out.