Jay Spayd - tender tawwk Lyrics

Designer on my feet
Got a bad bih on her knees
Expensive taste, she eat
She like belt on me, Hermes
No lie, I be getting these shows all week
Shout out ADN he a real OG
She want ntash, got her fix, she be up so geek
She a 10, maybe I could hit, no fix
Drop clips, every week on the Net, no Flix
Cold fit from the neck to the toe, so lit
No sex, no stress, I want beef, no fish
No ex, no stress, I'm alone, no V
Cold feet, in the deep end, shit get real
Seven days, on the weekend feel so weak
Put in work, no recess, time ain't free
Put some ice in my mouth, now the talk ain't cheap
To the kids in my hood, my shit inspirational
Do what I do to a T, you predictable
Who do I shoot? I turned to an imbecile
Bullets going dummy, shit incredible
I been feeling gummy, niggas stepping on me
Now it's really funny, I'm the best in these streets
No it's really funny, now I'm pressed to these streets
Hate to see me coming like I sex on her streets
I had shots all week, I won't drink no more
He got shot in his teeth, he won't diss no more
It got hot with his heat, he won't blick no more
I'm a dawg in these streets, but my bitch no whore
On God the label up
I've been getting this paper, the staples stuck
I can't move with no caution, they aim at us
Riding with glizzies, you'd swear that we gay as f*ck
One hour late for the flight, they gon' wait for us
Feast in the studio, we cook, we don't wait for lunch
Chasing these tenders, and money, a paper run
Bro, you wouldn't believe what they pay run
Bro, you wouldn't believe if I save the sum
I make 200k on a basic month
I make 100k just to waste some time
Cross my heart swear to die, if you say it's bluff
On gang, yeah