Yung Tenk - Ill Lyrics

And I'm off the gas, had to make my rules
Y'all been trippin bout one ho, what about two?
Like, what would you do?
And how would you feel?
Sent my brother on a mission, off of the glass dunk, O'Neal
Now I'm 'bout to spazz, I stay with that steal
Boy you better chill, 'fore this shit get real
Slide around for real, sick boy I'm ill
Y'all gon' catch a couple, they receiving like Odell

Shawty talkin bout some marriage, don't insult my pimping
Had to run a couple errands, with a yellow bitch like a simpson
F*ck around, don't dare
F*ck around and go missing
Fine Shyt right there, won't abort my mission
I was sipping Rosé (Woah) Your bitch wanna hit the J (no)
Told the hoe "I'm okay" (Woah) Shawty hit me bout a day ago
Yeah I love to turn the tables
Why she watch me like cable?
Cause I hit it all angles, now she gon' keep the lingo
I ain't no fool, f*ck wrong with you
Lit just like a fuse, sick just like the flu
Don't get it confused, I don't ever lose
I don't ever lose

And I'm off the gas, had to make my rules
Y'all been trippin bout one ho, what about two?
Like, what would you do?
And how would you feel?
Sent my brother on a mission, off of the glass dunk, O'Neal
Now I'm 'bout to spazz, I stay with that steal
Boy you better chill, 'fore this shit get real
Slide around for real, sick boy I'm ill
Y'all gon' catch a couple, they receiving like Odell