Sgpwes, Slump6s - Tekken lyrics

Zayskillz wesley
Yeah, mhm kat Lightning made it, ya dig?
Yeah

I keep that blick in my pocket (Huh)
I like that ho 'cause she toxic (Huh)
I fill my body with toxins (Huh)
Bitch, I go up like a rocket
Hop in that Tesla, I'm not finna park it
I dropped a bag when I walked in the market
My bitch is bad
Got that bitch off the market
I got a A-C-O-G for my target
I'm in the Benz, switch it to start it up
I pour the drank, I'm finna double up
Walk in the party, my niggas, they fuck it up
Your bitch, she bad as hell
She finna suck it up
Niggas be hiding I swear they be ducking us
Fuckin' that ho, you better not kiss her
Bruh
My choppa hold fifty, my choppa hold hunnid
Bruh my hunnids blue
That shit look like a battle bus huh
He tryna fight like it's Tekken
She in my phone tryna see who I'm texting
She left me alone 'cause I
Fucked on her best friend
I set a bounty, I really wan' test
Talk to me wrong, man, you know I'ma end 'em
Talk to me wrong and you know I'ma deck 'em
She talking crazy, you know I'ma check her
Brazy on brazy, I'm not finna bless ya
I spent a band on some Vivienne Westwood
We finna run that boy out of his house
Came from the streets but he
Had a good childhood
Dunking on niggas, they calling me Westbrook
I'm back in school, I don't open my textbook
I just might finish this song without no hook
We finna put that lil boy in a sketchbook
Dakotaromani

Yeah, mhm i get the money like yeah, mhm
Wanna be me, boy, you can't, mhm
She tried to take off her pants, mhm
She fuck with me 'cause I'm wealthy
I'm sipping lean, man
I know it ain't healthy
I got a white ho, think her name Kelly
Stick got a flash, man, it
Look like a selfie, mhm
I'm in a G8, I ain't talking 'bout T8
We finna catch his lil ass like it's EA
These niggas talking through screens
Like an e date hit him with the scar
I ain't talking 'bout Ceeday
She ate my john, I ain't talking 'bout cena
I up the stick that gon' change his demeanor
Make sure the crib, it add up to a meter
I'm getting bands, I rack it like Sarena
Racks up in my pants
It's gon' fuck up my pockets
You don't got a stick, so that beef
Better drop it i'm smoking good tree like I
Live in the tropics i stay with my clan
I ain't talking 'bout OpTic
Get hit with the stick, lil bro
It's not optional i knock off his glasses
Gon fuck up his optical
Then I fuck his bitch
He like "How is that possible?"
My gas is so loud that it ain't even audible
Hm, yeah, mhm
My brothers stay with that gat, mhm
We finna find where you at, mhm
1500 never lack, mhm bitch, I'ma hat, mhm
These niggas talk, man, they chat, mhm
Run in this bitch like a track, mhm
But let's not get into that, mhm