(T-Rob!)
Hold on
Watch how I step in this bitch, see that I'm changing the weather
Soon as I got a lil hotter, they feeling my reign
I could see that it's making her wetter
I'm doing her sleeze, do it with ease
With my middle finger I'll do one of these
Shoutout to Christopher, this shit a breeze
Foot on they necks, I'm not letting him breathe
You hate a 9-5, but got no job?
You niggas covered in cheeseburger grease
F*ck nigga said they don't know bout T-Rob?
But they can't act like ain't heard of Tweak!
I don't give a f*ck who know me
If you know then you know, that's the only
Bitch, and her ass fat, come put it on me
She too wet, so I threw on a floatie
I'm going ham, no, it's not sugar coated
Nah, I'm no capricorn, but I'm Goated
All of my goals are as big as my shoulders
When I hit, wrap it up, hidden lotus, notice
I laugh in ya face, the tone finna shift
Can't procrastinate when in come to the chips
The Tommy on point, percise
So when I lock on to target, I'm hardly gon miss
It pains me to say I'm ashamed
Of half of the shit I seen floating up in the clips
You know I'm still bumping Jermaine
But if I go dropping a diss, I ain't saying my bad
In denial of what I saw through the glass
My idols going out sad, I had almost forgot why I rap
Shit got me like "F*ck this beef!"
Don't let me pick up my pen and my pad
Know I gotta watch what I say on this beat
I might jus f*ck up my bag
I'm not gon go dissing somebody I don't know
Just for some plays and the stats
I'm just disappointed in some of you niggas
That I used to play, that's a fact
Like "Wow, this guy really THAT"
Turns out they really NOT, that shit cap
I think that it's safe to say I'm the best out, I'm giving myself a dap
Guess It's just TNT!
Sum like dynamite, tuff that I blew up just being me
I was on da road, Fetty Wap show jumping hearing Tweak!
Old bitch hit my phone, it's no shock she realized he ain't me
Straight pain when bro died, I've been locked in since that BNB
Every track I do I'm cleaning up, all this dusty shit I needa sweep
F*ck nigga you want a feature?
Better pay up, I ain't doing that shit for free
Unless you nice with it
I'll give you a verse if you tight with it
If you rapping a hot pile of ass
I'm hoping the track that you send got a price with it
I'm just f*cking around
You tryna pay me then pay me right now
I'm up in the stu making bangers right now
It's hit after hit, I'm just banging em' out
If you against me it's real dangerous right now
I don't suggest you go taking that route
I'm out of breath, shit I need a water
You see the booth, I'm done flaming it out
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(T-Rob!)
Hold on
Watch how I step in this bitch, see that I'm changing the weather
Soon as I got a lil hotter, they feeling my reign
I could see that it's making her wetter
I'm doing her sleeze, do it with ease
With my middle finger I'll do one of these
Shoutout to Christopher, this shit a breeze
Foot on they necks, I'm not letting him breathe
You hate a 9-5, but got no job?
You niggas covered in cheeseburger grease
F*ck nigga said they don't know bout T-Rob?
But they can't act like ain't heard of Tweak!
I don't give a f*ck who know me
If you know then you know, that's the only
Bitch, and her ass fat, come put it on me
She too wet, so I threw on a floatie
I'm going ham, no, it's not sugar coated
Nah, I'm no capricorn, but I'm Goated
All of my goals are as big as my shoulders
When I hit, wrap it up, hidden lotus, notice
I laugh in ya face, the tone finna shift
Can't procrastinate when in come to the chips
The Tommy on point, percise
So when I lock on to target, I'm hardly gon miss
It pains me to say I'm ashamed
Of half of the shit I seen floating up in the clips
You know I'm still bumping Jermaine
But if I go dropping a diss, I ain't saying my bad
In denial of what I saw through the glass
My idols going out sad, I had almost forgot why I rap
Shit got me like "F*ck this beef!"
Don't let me pick up my pen and my pad
Know I gotta watch what I say on this beat
I might jus f*ck up my bag
I'm not gon go dissing somebody I don't know
Just for some plays and the stats
I'm just disappointed in some of you niggas
That I used to play, that's a fact
Like "Wow, this guy really THAT"
Turns out they really NOT, that shit cap
I think that it's safe to say I'm the best out, I'm giving myself a dap
Guess It's just TNT!
Sum like dynamite, tuff that I blew up just being me
I was on da road, Fetty Wap show jumping hearing Tweak!
Old bitch hit my phone, it's no shock she realized he ain't me
Straight pain when bro died, I've been locked in since that BNB
Every track I do I'm cleaning up, all this dusty shit I needa sweep
F*ck nigga you want a feature?
Better pay up, I ain't doing that shit for free
Unless you nice with it
I'll give you a verse if you tight with it
If you rapping a hot pile of ass
I'm hoping the track that you send got a price with it
I'm just f*cking around
You tryna pay me then pay me right now
I'm up in the stu making bangers right now
It's hit after hit, I'm just banging em' out
If you against me it's real dangerous right now
I don't suggest you go taking that route
I'm out of breath, shit I need a water
You see the booth, I'm done flaming it out
Hold on
Watch how I step in this bitch, see that I'm changing the weather
Soon as I got a lil hotter, they feeling my reign
I could see that it's making her wetter
I'm doing her sleeze, do it with ease
With my middle finger I'll do one of these
Shoutout to Christopher, this shit a breeze
Foot on they necks, I'm not letting him breathe
You hate a 9-5, but got no job?
You niggas covered in cheeseburger grease
F*ck nigga said they don't know bout T-Rob?
But they can't act like ain't heard of Tweak!
I don't give a f*ck who know me
If you know then you know, that's the only
Bitch, and her ass fat, come put it on me
She too wet, so I threw on a floatie
I'm going ham, no, it's not sugar coated
Nah, I'm no capricorn, but I'm Goated
All of my goals are as big as my shoulders
When I hit, wrap it up, hidden lotus, notice
I laugh in ya face, the tone finna shift
Can't procrastinate when in come to the chips
The Tommy on point, percise
So when I lock on to target, I'm hardly gon miss
It pains me to say I'm ashamed
Of half of the shit I seen floating up in the clips
You know I'm still bumping Jermaine
But if I go dropping a diss, I ain't saying my bad
In denial of what I saw through the glass
My idols going out sad, I had almost forgot why I rap
Shit got me like "F*ck this beef!"
Don't let me pick up my pen and my pad
Know I gotta watch what I say on this beat
I might jus f*ck up my bag
I'm not gon go dissing somebody I don't know
Just for some plays and the stats
I'm just disappointed in some of you niggas
That I used to play, that's a fact
Like "Wow, this guy really THAT"
Turns out they really NOT, that shit cap
I think that it's safe to say I'm the best out, I'm giving myself a dap
Guess It's just TNT!
Sum like dynamite, tuff that I blew up just being me
I was on da road, Fetty Wap show jumping hearing Tweak!
Old bitch hit my phone, it's no shock she realized he ain't me
Straight pain when bro died, I've been locked in since that BNB
Every track I do I'm cleaning up, all this dusty shit I needa sweep
F*ck nigga you want a feature?
Better pay up, I ain't doing that shit for free
Unless you nice with it
I'll give you a verse if you tight with it
If you rapping a hot pile of ass
I'm hoping the track that you send got a price with it
I'm just f*cking around
You tryna pay me then pay me right now
I'm up in the stu making bangers right now
It's hit after hit, I'm just banging em' out
If you against me it's real dangerous right now
I don't suggest you go taking that route
I'm out of breath, shit I need a water
You see the booth, I'm done flaming it out
Writer: Tommy Robinson
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