ShittyBoyz, Sweezee Don - TieBreaker lyrics
[ShittyBoyz, Sweezee Don - TieBreaker lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
The Devil chasing me but I
Don't give a fuck, I'm chasing M's
Heard karma on my ass
Tell him that I'm waiting then
Lay up with a bitch? Hell nah
I'm gon' break the rim talking slam dunk
When I leave her crib I'm making ten
Habanero talk, boy
I'm feeling like the Spice God
Too immortal with the 201s
I'm the Swipe God
Tough as hell behind the keyboard
You the Type God
Fight who? Bro'll send you up
You will fight God (Sweezee)
I just hit the booth and punch
I don't brainstorm
Bruh got me looking like a
Rapper with the chains on
Bossed up then I put the whole gang on
You a lil' nigga in the
Club getting rained on
Good day, want play? I got six phones
Do my punches hit? Shit like
Thanos with the six stones
Can't trust these hoes
They walk around on they tiptoes
But if she look good
I'm gon' see what her shit hit for
Niggas think it's all fun and
Games 'cause the Play tee
Game over, boy, that's yo ass, tryna play me
Tron fighting demons
Better pray they don't break free
'Cause he'll put them apes on
You like a BAPE tee
You don't wanna take a chance, boy
You too scary
I'll do it if the price is right, nigga
Drew Carey the Draco will have your
And when I'm sleep
I put it right under the
Pillow like the Tooth Fairy
They like, "Tron, where you at? Tron
Where you been?"
You know how it be when you find a fire BIN
All them L's to the chin
Taught me how to win
Threw the ball out and got a
Bag like fuck the gym
I'm a chip jamming, BIN popping shit talker
I could write the 201s too
I'm a chip author
Been frauding, been balling, boy
I should get offers
Bobby Boucher on a bitch, how I drip water
Auntie let me get a couple scripts off her
Now I'm dancing with the blues
I ain't Crip Walking
All the strippers in the booth
'cause we tip harder
Nigga put a eight in my
Pop 'cause I sip harder
Firework, I make two off of one swipe
All American, I made a thigh pad in one night
Thrusted up 'cause you only live one life
Punch break, we back on the road
I see sunlight dawg off the drink but he
Always tryna come light
I'ma stretch twenty lines outta one pint
Good beam, swing the chop like a lightsaber
Nah, for real
I'll get to shooting like a MyPLAYER
Is you tryna fuck? Baby
I don't do the icebreakers
Down for whatever
Bro'll slide like a ice skater
My nigga tryna take a nigga
Life for the right paper
All it take is one shot like a tiebreaker
The Devil chasing me but I
Don't give a fuck, I'm chasing M's
Heard karma on my ass
Tell him that I'm waiting then
Lay up with a bitch? Hell nah
I'm gon' break the rim talking slam dunk
When I leave her crib I'm making ten
Habanero talk, boy
I'm feeling like the Spice God
Too immortal with the 201s
I'm the Swipe God
Tough as hell behind the keyboard
You the Type God
Fight who? Bro'll send you up
You will fight God (Sweezee)
I just hit the booth and punch
I don't brainstorm
Bruh got me looking like a
Rapper with the chains on
Bossed up then I put the whole gang on
You a lil' nigga in the
Club getting rained on
Good day, want play? I got six phones
Do my punches hit? Shit like
Thanos with the six stones
Can't trust these hoes
They walk around on they tiptoes
But if she look good
I'm gon' see what her shit hit for
Niggas think it's all fun and
Games 'cause the Play tee
Game over, boy, that's yo ass, tryna play me
Tron fighting demons
Better pray they don't break free
'Cause he'll put them apes on
You like a BAPE tee
You don't wanna take a chance, boy
You too scary
I'll do it if the price is right, nigga
Drew Carey the Draco will have your
And when I'm sleep
I put it right under the
Pillow like the Tooth Fairy
They like, "Tron, where you at? Tron
Where you been?"
You know how it be when you find a fire BIN
All them L's to the chin
Taught me how to win
Threw the ball out and got a
Bag like fuck the gym
I'm a chip jamming, BIN popping shit talker
I could write the 201s too
I'm a chip author
Been frauding, been balling, boy
I should get offers
Bobby Boucher on a bitch, how I drip water
Auntie let me get a couple scripts off her
Now I'm dancing with the blues
I ain't Crip Walking
All the strippers in the booth
'cause we tip harder
Nigga put a eight in my
Pop 'cause I sip harder
Firework, I make two off of one swipe
All American, I made a thigh pad in one night
Thrusted up 'cause you only live one life
Punch break, we back on the road
I see sunlight dawg off the drink but he
Always tryna come light
I'ma stretch twenty lines outta one pint
Good beam, swing the chop like a lightsaber
Nah, for real
I'll get to shooting like a MyPLAYER
Is you tryna fuck? Baby
I don't do the icebreakers
Down for whatever
Bro'll slide like a ice skater
My nigga tryna take a nigga
Life for the right paper
All it take is one shot like a tiebreaker