Iayze, Srrycaz - Tönkä Trück lyrics
[Iayze, Srrycaz - Tönkä Trück lyrics]
Catch that boy he lacking
On the drop we done spilled his ass
That lil bitch she bad, stupid bad
But she don’t deserve no cash
We in a foreign car
Bitch roll up the gas, just
Show me the woods, i don’t want no gar
Choppa on me and it rip em apart
I heard that boy want a verse on the chart
I get so high I’m gone keep it on mars
Money on me, I never would have thought
Remember them days I was kicking the sprite
Now I’m trying to get away from the drought
Better go get a job
Choppa with me and we letting it off
Thеy say I’m the one
Talking that shit when hе got his gun
Money on me I ain’t letting up
Just pulled up in a tonka truck
Im getting used to boxin now
Just pulled up with Glocks and all
We got the drop we popping up
On perk baby, this ain’t Tylenol
Talkin that shit, we gone find em all
We got the Glock and we fire em all
They just said they wired off
He out his top, guess he wired off
Catch that boy he lacking
On the drop we done spilled his ass
That lil bitch she bad, stupid bad
But she don’t deserve no cash
Take another RP, swear to god she gone be mad
Never want that hoe
Swear to god she gone miss the bag
I go stupid fast
Yea, I go stupid fast in my jag
I tell that hoe
Got a hundred round on my mag
I just told lil bro
I got the team on my back
Count racks when I stay up
Fuck that boy, I know they hate us
They tried to play us
556 leave the scraps with the ravens
I went to Saks, and got me some ray bans
Fuck that shit, went and got me some Louis
Stacks so fat, can’t fit in the ksubis
I remember them old days
I was rocking that truee
Off the perk, she bad and boujee
She begging, keep asking to make a lil movie
They say I’m the one
Talking that shit when he got his gun
Money on me I ain’t letting up
Just pulled up in a tonka truck
Im getting used to boxin now
Just pulled up with Glocks and all
On the drop we done spilled his ass
That lil bitch she bad, stupid bad
But she don’t deserve no cash
We in a foreign car
Bitch roll up the gas, just
Show me the woods, i don’t want no gar
Choppa on me and it rip em apart
I heard that boy want a verse on the chart
I get so high I’m gone keep it on mars
Money on me, I never would have thought
Remember them days I was kicking the sprite
Now I’m trying to get away from the drought
Better go get a job
Choppa with me and we letting it off
Thеy say I’m the one
Talking that shit when hе got his gun
Money on me I ain’t letting up
Just pulled up in a tonka truck
Im getting used to boxin now
Just pulled up with Glocks and all
We got the drop we popping up
On perk baby, this ain’t Tylenol
Talkin that shit, we gone find em all
We got the Glock and we fire em all
They just said they wired off
He out his top, guess he wired off
Catch that boy he lacking
On the drop we done spilled his ass
That lil bitch she bad, stupid bad
But she don’t deserve no cash
Take another RP, swear to god she gone be mad
Never want that hoe
Swear to god she gone miss the bag
I go stupid fast
Yea, I go stupid fast in my jag
I tell that hoe
Got a hundred round on my mag
I just told lil bro
I got the team on my back
Count racks when I stay up
Fuck that boy, I know they hate us
They tried to play us
556 leave the scraps with the ravens
I went to Saks, and got me some ray bans
Fuck that shit, went and got me some Louis
Stacks so fat, can’t fit in the ksubis
I remember them old days
I was rocking that truee
Off the perk, she bad and boujee
She begging, keep asking to make a lil movie
They say I’m the one
Talking that shit when he got his gun
Money on me I ain’t letting up
Just pulled up in a tonka truck
Im getting used to boxin now
Just pulled up with Glocks and all