Текст пісні
This that Tenn shit
Hold up, Mr. Tenn-a-key
Nigga step to me
Serve his ass like it's 10 a g
Swerving on the beat
I don't dance, but I shoulder lean
I got the recipe for the streets
I call it sesame
Shawty textin me
Said she can't wait til she neckin' me
Real playa shit
Chess moves ain't no checking me
Come correctly
Ima scholar if you testin' me
Give it to you black and white
Treat it like a referee
You can catch me ridin' dolo
Or wit Tribe you know we deep
Linkin' up wit the gang
Popped a half a felony
Feel like Hattie B
You know a nigga gotta eat
Hit my redbone
Fuck her good she flexin' EBT
Billie Jean I gotta beat
Hit her wit the yeet
I got money on my line
I had to leave her for the streets
Double up on my devices
But I really hate to speak
I got bows like my el
Makin M's, N-O P, bitch
All this money On me
Lotta broke niggas wanna a piece
All this money On me
Lotta broke bitches wanna a piece
Yea
Just hopped on this shit cuz they called it Tennessee
My bitches so bad they make a ten, a C
My fantasy was ten hoes shakin' they fairytales
Ask the wizard for my heart back
Don't know where it's lost at
Maybe I got carjacked at Carmax
While looking for my Carmex
Right after car sex
Fall in pussy like a vortex and then I door dash
I got bail money and court cash
But only could afford to pay one of em so I drive slow
Riding dirty, eyes low
5 hoes and one of me
And I'm the only one any one of em even wanna see
Honestly, walking thru niggas
Somethin' like Giannis be
I'm obviously better
Grind for the cheddar, the feta cheese