(Ha ha ha ha)
Vigz you a mad man (Hey)
If you from Broward County stand up
Hello how you doing?
It's so nice to meet Ya
Forgot my name tag
But you could call me Ty Heeter
Don't stand too close cause I'm a fire-breather
And I'll burn this bitch down 808 break the speaker
Flow so hot satan turned the AC up
You the type of nigga when you see me never speak up
Five knuckle shuffle bring the muscle John Cena
Kick flows on the beat bring the heat Bruce Lee ya
Indica sativa roll my weed and kick my feet up
Stick and move like I'm Rocky Nagasaki Hiroshima
I'm the bomb dot com ask your mom if you need to
When I lock on hit target heat seeker
Chase the dragon with Khaleesi on the weekend smoke the cheeba
Cash app dollar sign Ty Heeter for the feature
And it ain't no such thang as a free lunch
Sandy Cheeks on the beat you could hold these nuts (Nigga)(Ah)
One thing about it, I'ma speak my mind
Hustle hard like Pappy Mason stay on my grind
Scary thing about it, I'm not in my prime
Lyrically I'm gifted give the glory to God
Oh shit I'm activated
You ain't know I really rap so lets get acclimated
While you navigating
Scrolling on your timeline looking for something fascinating
How you got here don't matter I'm just glad you made it
Glad my energy gravitated
Highly anticipated
I master bars while these other niggas masturbating (Ew)
You bust nuts, I bust ear drums
Respect all fear none
Check the flow know its tier one
My rap immaculate
I bring it to your front door like packages
Woah buddy flow butter got you jamming this
I drop gems like breadcrumbs
Follow the trail for the analysis
I push the button on you amateurs
I broke bread with the universe
Use these verse to turn my honda coupe to vert
Buy my mama crib and show her what she really really worth
Cause we some swap shop shopping
Donk chevy drop top driving
Stop at Popeyes fo' we pop out on em'
Hit licks, drop the stolo to the chop shop sliding
Whats a goon? Whats a goblin? I'm a motherf*cking problem
I'm a motherf*cking demon, leave the instrumental screaming
You already know what the f*ck going on
Vigz Make It Nasty, Ty Heeter in this bitch
Yall ain't even ready for this shit
Nobody's ready
You know what the f*ck I'm saying
Cause I don't know what the f*ck I'm saying
Figure it out
Have you heard of this new feller on the hippity hop scene (Who's that?)
Think they call him, Tyler Heeter, the fire breather
He's alright (No?)
He's got the flows, the lyrics, he's swagtastic (Wow thats something else)
I'd show him to my daughter if I had one
Your daughter? But you don't even have a daughter
(Wow that's something else)
Who the hell this nigga think he is
Out here like he gassed up
He think he gone be something
He ain't gone be nothing
Ty Heeter - Activated Lyrics
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English
(Ha ha ha ha)
Vigz you a mad man (Hey)
If you from Broward County stand up
Hello how you doing?
It's so nice to meet Ya
Forgot my name tag
But you could call me Ty Heeter
Don't stand too close cause I'm a fire-breather
And I'll burn this bitch down 808 break the speaker
Flow so hot satan turned the AC up
You the type of nigga when you see me never speak up
Five knuckle shuffle bring the muscle John Cena
Kick flows on the beat bring the heat Bruce Lee ya
Indica sativa roll my weed and kick my feet up
Stick and move like I'm Rocky Nagasaki Hiroshima
I'm the bomb dot com ask your mom if you need to
When I lock on hit target heat seeker
Chase the dragon with Khaleesi on the weekend smoke the cheeba
Cash app dollar sign Ty Heeter for the feature
And it ain't no such thang as a free lunch
Sandy Cheeks on the beat you could hold these nuts (Nigga)(Ah)
One thing about it, I'ma speak my mind
Hustle hard like Pappy Mason stay on my grind
Scary thing about it, I'm not in my prime
Lyrically I'm gifted give the glory to God
Oh shit I'm activated
You ain't know I really rap so lets get acclimated
While you navigating
Scrolling on your timeline looking for something fascinating
How you got here don't matter I'm just glad you made it
Glad my energy gravitated
Highly anticipated
I master bars while these other niggas masturbating (Ew)
You bust nuts, I bust ear drums
Respect all fear none
Check the flow know its tier one
My rap immaculate
I bring it to your front door like packages
Woah buddy flow butter got you jamming this
I drop gems like breadcrumbs
Follow the trail for the analysis
I push the button on you amateurs
I broke bread with the universe
Use these verse to turn my honda coupe to vert
Buy my mama crib and show her what she really really worth
Cause we some swap shop shopping
Donk chevy drop top driving
Stop at Popeyes fo' we pop out on em'
Hit licks, drop the stolo to the chop shop sliding
Whats a goon? Whats a goblin? I'm a motherf*cking problem
I'm a motherf*cking demon, leave the instrumental screaming
You already know what the f*ck going on
Vigz Make It Nasty, Ty Heeter in this bitch
Yall ain't even ready for this shit
Nobody's ready
You know what the f*ck I'm saying
Cause I don't know what the f*ck I'm saying
Figure it out
Have you heard of this new feller on the hippity hop scene (Who's that?)
Think they call him, Tyler Heeter, the fire breather
He's alright (No?)
He's got the flows, the lyrics, he's swagtastic (Wow thats something else)
I'd show him to my daughter if I had one
Your daughter? But you don't even have a daughter
(Wow that's something else)
Who the hell this nigga think he is
Out here like he gassed up
He think he gone be something
He ain't gone be nothing
Vigz you a mad man (Hey)
If you from Broward County stand up
Hello how you doing?
It's so nice to meet Ya
Forgot my name tag
But you could call me Ty Heeter
Don't stand too close cause I'm a fire-breather
And I'll burn this bitch down 808 break the speaker
Flow so hot satan turned the AC up
You the type of nigga when you see me never speak up
Five knuckle shuffle bring the muscle John Cena
Kick flows on the beat bring the heat Bruce Lee ya
Indica sativa roll my weed and kick my feet up
Stick and move like I'm Rocky Nagasaki Hiroshima
I'm the bomb dot com ask your mom if you need to
When I lock on hit target heat seeker
Chase the dragon with Khaleesi on the weekend smoke the cheeba
Cash app dollar sign Ty Heeter for the feature
And it ain't no such thang as a free lunch
Sandy Cheeks on the beat you could hold these nuts (Nigga)(Ah)
One thing about it, I'ma speak my mind
Hustle hard like Pappy Mason stay on my grind
Scary thing about it, I'm not in my prime
Lyrically I'm gifted give the glory to God
Oh shit I'm activated
You ain't know I really rap so lets get acclimated
While you navigating
Scrolling on your timeline looking for something fascinating
How you got here don't matter I'm just glad you made it
Glad my energy gravitated
Highly anticipated
I master bars while these other niggas masturbating (Ew)
You bust nuts, I bust ear drums
Respect all fear none
Check the flow know its tier one
My rap immaculate
I bring it to your front door like packages
Woah buddy flow butter got you jamming this
I drop gems like breadcrumbs
Follow the trail for the analysis
I push the button on you amateurs
I broke bread with the universe
Use these verse to turn my honda coupe to vert
Buy my mama crib and show her what she really really worth
Cause we some swap shop shopping
Donk chevy drop top driving
Stop at Popeyes fo' we pop out on em'
Hit licks, drop the stolo to the chop shop sliding
Whats a goon? Whats a goblin? I'm a motherf*cking problem
I'm a motherf*cking demon, leave the instrumental screaming
You already know what the f*ck going on
Vigz Make It Nasty, Ty Heeter in this bitch
Yall ain't even ready for this shit
Nobody's ready
You know what the f*ck I'm saying
Cause I don't know what the f*ck I'm saying
Figure it out
Have you heard of this new feller on the hippity hop scene (Who's that?)
Think they call him, Tyler Heeter, the fire breather
He's alright (No?)
He's got the flows, the lyrics, he's swagtastic (Wow thats something else)
I'd show him to my daughter if I had one
Your daughter? But you don't even have a daughter
(Wow that's something else)
Who the hell this nigga think he is
Out here like he gassed up
He think he gone be something
He ain't gone be nothing
Writer: Tyler Heeter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid