Wheels in the sky keep on moving, they be tandem
Mister DeVito, keepin' Danny but no phantom
Big bankroll spent a thousand on my sandals
Ratings so high that I never thought to cancel
Slide outta the bando then I re-ran and trashed it
Trigger finger itching so I had to f*ckin' scratch it
No cap spending all caps with the rap shit
Hide a 22 in my grandmas new cabinet
Everybody Hatin' they some motherf*ckin' corn flakes
Took em all to trial no-shows to the court date
Imma send shots and send em all some band-aids
He has no fans and started a new fan page
Yeah it's time to turn up
Imma top gunna
People forget me but I come back every summer
No turnin' down but down is where I be
Sippin' on Patron rockin' Vlone's on my feet
No loose lips sendin' hollow tips
F*ck the 5-0 slippin' Rollie's on my wrist
Imma set some better standards
Watch me frosty Wendy's fandom
Two cups Tandem
Keep 10 clips we on a different bracket
You don't even understand what had happened
I won't f*ck with you and your dislikes and distastes
I'm makin' hits or as you call them "Mistakes"
Everyone you know just wants to be me
Hubba Bubba belly high sugar diabetes
I keep a 50 cal yeah I keep the heater
Moving target perfect shot like a buzzer beater
Imma go around yeah I'm gonna flank it
You can take the shot but I'm bettin' you won't make it
F*ck with all these hoes they playin' with my heart
Came from Razor scooters to the f*ckin' push-start
Yeah I got yopped need a f*ckin' dab cart
Got that DXM buzz from my local drug mart
No I ain't hard but i f*ck with misdemeanors
F*ck them fake friends yeah they f*ck with my demeanor
Lately it feels like these hoes gettin' meaner
Nicotine addict I don't want to get cleaner
Bitch I got standards I don't f*ck with no thot
Keep it 100 like the billboard hot
Yeah I'm always grinding cause I only got one shot
Young Ohio reppin' yeah I got that dot
Rockin' Gucci slides Vlone got my flex up
Pen to the paper cause i know that I'm next up
Runnin' up bands no cap get your check up
Mix drugs like a doctor you feelna get your checkup
Ice gave me the flu imma hit up the clinic
Rappers in my city they tryna f*ckin' mimic
Oh damn you hit me up yeah it's been a fat minute
Remember when you said that I couldn't well I did it
When that bitch told me yeah it burned like a 3rd degree
Yeah I got the Smith&Wesson no it ain't a BB
F*cked her then dipped but I gave her them them CC's
Rolex on my wrist yeah I gotta hundred VV's
Hollowsolidd - Tandem (feat. KOV) Lyrics
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Wheels in the sky keep on moving, they be tandem
Mister DeVito, keepin' Danny but no phantom
Big bankroll spent a thousand on my sandals
Ratings so high that I never thought to cancel
Slide outta the bando then I re-ran and trashed it
Trigger finger itching so I had to f*ckin' scratch it
No cap spending all caps with the rap shit
Hide a 22 in my grandmas new cabinet
Everybody Hatin' they some motherf*ckin' corn flakes
Took em all to trial no-shows to the court date
Imma send shots and send em all some band-aids
He has no fans and started a new fan page
Yeah it's time to turn up
Imma top gunna
People forget me but I come back every summer
No turnin' down but down is where I be
Sippin' on Patron rockin' Vlone's on my feet
No loose lips sendin' hollow tips
F*ck the 5-0 slippin' Rollie's on my wrist
Imma set some better standards
Watch me frosty Wendy's fandom
Two cups Tandem
Keep 10 clips we on a different bracket
You don't even understand what had happened
I won't f*ck with you and your dislikes and distastes
I'm makin' hits or as you call them "Mistakes"
Everyone you know just wants to be me
Hubba Bubba belly high sugar diabetes
I keep a 50 cal yeah I keep the heater
Moving target perfect shot like a buzzer beater
Imma go around yeah I'm gonna flank it
You can take the shot but I'm bettin' you won't make it
F*ck with all these hoes they playin' with my heart
Came from Razor scooters to the f*ckin' push-start
Yeah I got yopped need a f*ckin' dab cart
Got that DXM buzz from my local drug mart
No I ain't hard but i f*ck with misdemeanors
F*ck them fake friends yeah they f*ck with my demeanor
Lately it feels like these hoes gettin' meaner
Nicotine addict I don't want to get cleaner
Bitch I got standards I don't f*ck with no thot
Keep it 100 like the billboard hot
Yeah I'm always grinding cause I only got one shot
Young Ohio reppin' yeah I got that dot
Rockin' Gucci slides Vlone got my flex up
Pen to the paper cause i know that I'm next up
Runnin' up bands no cap get your check up
Mix drugs like a doctor you feelna get your checkup
Ice gave me the flu imma hit up the clinic
Rappers in my city they tryna f*ckin' mimic
Oh damn you hit me up yeah it's been a fat minute
Remember when you said that I couldn't well I did it
When that bitch told me yeah it burned like a 3rd degree
Yeah I got the Smith&Wesson no it ain't a BB
F*cked her then dipped but I gave her them them CC's
Rolex on my wrist yeah I gotta hundred VV's
Mister DeVito, keepin' Danny but no phantom
Big bankroll spent a thousand on my sandals
Ratings so high that I never thought to cancel
Slide outta the bando then I re-ran and trashed it
Trigger finger itching so I had to f*ckin' scratch it
No cap spending all caps with the rap shit
Hide a 22 in my grandmas new cabinet
Everybody Hatin' they some motherf*ckin' corn flakes
Took em all to trial no-shows to the court date
Imma send shots and send em all some band-aids
He has no fans and started a new fan page
Yeah it's time to turn up
Imma top gunna
People forget me but I come back every summer
No turnin' down but down is where I be
Sippin' on Patron rockin' Vlone's on my feet
No loose lips sendin' hollow tips
F*ck the 5-0 slippin' Rollie's on my wrist
Imma set some better standards
Watch me frosty Wendy's fandom
Two cups Tandem
Keep 10 clips we on a different bracket
You don't even understand what had happened
I won't f*ck with you and your dislikes and distastes
I'm makin' hits or as you call them "Mistakes"
Everyone you know just wants to be me
Hubba Bubba belly high sugar diabetes
I keep a 50 cal yeah I keep the heater
Moving target perfect shot like a buzzer beater
Imma go around yeah I'm gonna flank it
You can take the shot but I'm bettin' you won't make it
F*ck with all these hoes they playin' with my heart
Came from Razor scooters to the f*ckin' push-start
Yeah I got yopped need a f*ckin' dab cart
Got that DXM buzz from my local drug mart
No I ain't hard but i f*ck with misdemeanors
F*ck them fake friends yeah they f*ck with my demeanor
Lately it feels like these hoes gettin' meaner
Nicotine addict I don't want to get cleaner
Bitch I got standards I don't f*ck with no thot
Keep it 100 like the billboard hot
Yeah I'm always grinding cause I only got one shot
Young Ohio reppin' yeah I got that dot
Rockin' Gucci slides Vlone got my flex up
Pen to the paper cause i know that I'm next up
Runnin' up bands no cap get your check up
Mix drugs like a doctor you feelna get your checkup
Ice gave me the flu imma hit up the clinic
Rappers in my city they tryna f*ckin' mimic
Oh damn you hit me up yeah it's been a fat minute
Remember when you said that I couldn't well I did it
When that bitch told me yeah it burned like a 3rd degree
Yeah I got the Smith&Wesson no it ain't a BB
F*cked her then dipped but I gave her them them CC's
Rolex on my wrist yeah I gotta hundred VV's
Writer: Joshua Pesta
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