10kDunkin, ATL Smook - Tityboi lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well
I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me
A young nigga might drown
Pull up I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat
Put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah
I fuck up the turf

Finesse him, yeah
I sell that lil' boy a dream
In love with the mud, give the codeine a ring
I got too many tings
If I go broke, mask up like Halloween
Might go to rehab 'cause I'm a cash fiend
Package just touched down
The doorbell just ring
My hundreds, they blue, and my fifties
They pink got gas in my blunt and
You know that it stink
I got more stripes than a flag
I got more troops than Fort Brad
I got more cheese than a rat
That's your bitch, she call me dad
I got some pints in the stash
I got some drip out at Saks
Yeah, I get sharp as an axe
I leave that boy in the past

Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well
I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me
A young nigga might drown
Pull up I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat
Put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah
I fuck up the turf

Go hard in the field, this shit can get real
I been on my phone finessing all year
We stay with them Glocks
Got a Glock right here
And when you see me, know the gang right here
My hundreds be blue, my hundreds be green
I pull out that fire, it got a green beam
Look me in my eyes
Still don't know what I seen
It's some nights in my past
You don't know what I seen
Designer my eye, you can't see how I see
Can't sit at our table, no
There ain't no seats
I'm high as hell, I need to take a seat
Get the drip now the hundreds
Blue like the sea
Just hotboxed the whip now I can't see
On carbon I'm smoking, swear I can't breathe
Just picked up the money now I'm finna leave

Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well
I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me
A young nigga might drown
Pull up I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat
Put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah
I fuck up the turf