That Yung Lad - Helen Keller (feat. Notez) Lyrics

Blow up
Bitch we bout to blow up
It's looking like some Mentos and some f*cking diet soda
Blow up
Bitch we bout to blow up
Shout out them the bad boy Mace and Diddy couldn't hold us
F*ck everything that you say the click you claim
TYL and Notez Muzik kick this bitch off like Liu Kang
I'm so over all them bitches fishing for some fame
Why the hell you play on Instagram this ain't a game

Okay I'm from New Jersey never was a fan of the Nets
Homie I be repping my home state and I think I'm up next
They shouldn't let us in cause me and Ken Riff cutting nets
Okay they let you do that shit when you win championships

Helen Keller could see the shine
This flow of mine it ain't a dime a dozen
I got a dozen dimes and some Louis luggage
About to puddle jump across the f*cking ocean
Go see my homies in Mansfield
Son my mans real and thats true shit
You a sloth like Winnie the Pooh bitch
And your whole crew filled with piglets

I just need me that thick bitch that let me hit it like anytime
I just need me that down bitch that roll spliffs do splits like all the time
I live in LA but I stand up for Jersey
I can't hear your words and your lyrics can't hurt me
Some people say that my home state is dirty
But you only know bout a show ain't that scary

By the show ain't that scary
I hate ya mug and I hit you with flurry
Mental or physical you couldn't hurt me
I'm blocking ya shots just like Marc-Andre Fleury
They say I got fire but I release fury
And I know when to use it
This life a facade
So I stick to the music