Lil Amiri - Free Tyler lyrics
[Lil Amiri - Free Tyler lyrics]
Man come way too heavy
Pockets full o sugar cotton
Candy colored Fetty
She say that she hate me but
I'm still gon get this becky
Run up on my niggas you might catch me wit
My celly, you might catch
Me out with Nestley
Getting stretchy
Run wit the opps im running your pockets
Run up on gang you gon hold this machete
Hold twin Blades so I feel like Wesley
Catching a case im serving it wealthy
Mom says I care bout my looks too much
The way I'm in love
With the bag's unhealthy
Feds wanna kick down my door but I
Already know them fuck boys coming
It was me in a broke down oldsmobile on
The block sent thеm opp boys runnin
Gunnin like Bergkamp, in the fiеld swervin
Make sure dem man don't hear us comin'
How many times did I grab that
Shotgun, fill it with bells
Pump it up like Budden
Me and this 4 stay close like cousins
But it's everyday no vacation
Just last night had to press that button
On Lord we ain't doing no tazin'
I was age 19 the bando, ten toes
Dropping off packs on the pavement
More times I done dirt just to pay rent
Never told mom so I hope she don't play this
But at least we made it
I'm a T-House landlord but my new
Tennants ain't nothin like David
Mike in the 90s and Mike in the 80s
All these oppas are, waiting
Bad Chick in the DMs for the dating
But can't mix pleasure with ganging
Man come way too heavy
Pockets full o sugar cotton
Candy colored Fetty
She say that she hate me but
I'm still gon get this becky
Run up on my niggas you might catch me wit
My celly, you might catch
Me out with Nestley
Getting stretchy
Run wit the opps im running your pockets
Run up on gang you gon hold this machete
Hold twin Blades so I feel like Wesley
Catching a case im serving it wealthy
Mom says I care bout my looks too much
The way I'm in love
With the bag's unhealthy
Pockets full o sugar cotton
Candy colored Fetty
She say that she hate me but
I'm still gon get this becky
Run up on my niggas you might catch me wit
My celly, you might catch
Me out with Nestley
Getting stretchy
Run wit the opps im running your pockets
Run up on gang you gon hold this machete
Hold twin Blades so I feel like Wesley
Catching a case im serving it wealthy
Mom says I care bout my looks too much
The way I'm in love
With the bag's unhealthy
Feds wanna kick down my door but I
Already know them fuck boys coming
It was me in a broke down oldsmobile on
The block sent thеm opp boys runnin
Gunnin like Bergkamp, in the fiеld swervin
Make sure dem man don't hear us comin'
How many times did I grab that
Shotgun, fill it with bells
Pump it up like Budden
Me and this 4 stay close like cousins
But it's everyday no vacation
Just last night had to press that button
On Lord we ain't doing no tazin'
I was age 19 the bando, ten toes
Dropping off packs on the pavement
More times I done dirt just to pay rent
Never told mom so I hope she don't play this
But at least we made it
I'm a T-House landlord but my new
Tennants ain't nothin like David
Mike in the 90s and Mike in the 80s
All these oppas are, waiting
Bad Chick in the DMs for the dating
But can't mix pleasure with ganging
Man come way too heavy
Pockets full o sugar cotton
Candy colored Fetty
She say that she hate me but
I'm still gon get this becky
Run up on my niggas you might catch me wit
My celly, you might catch
Me out with Nestley
Getting stretchy
Run wit the opps im running your pockets
Run up on gang you gon hold this machete
Hold twin Blades so I feel like Wesley
Catching a case im serving it wealthy
Mom says I care bout my looks too much
The way I'm in love
With the bag's unhealthy