Tien N Yamcha

(album: Whoop Tape - 2019)

Rocking, Rocking, Rocking, Rocking
Oh it's the east-side ain't it?

Well its the east-side
6-foot nigga with the deep pockets
Deposit all these niggas money
Never re-rock it
Never detox it
I'm on Actavis
Keep watching, Skuba Steve tryna get a buss-down Jubilee
223s knock his nails loose if he screw with me
Left that fuck-ass nigga alone, I was through with him
Same thing goes for them hoes that was using me
I'm talking about you pussies on my songs cuz the world need to know that
I don't fuck with none of you niggas and you girls neither
I just need one heater
Pull it on a cum-eater
Up it on a lane fuck nigga who ain't from here
Riding through your hood with your bitch like I'm from there

I don't complain when niggas owe shit
Got a couple youngins' on deck ready to soak shit
It's cut throat shit, family will cut your throat with
The same razor blade they use to cut your dope with

And I smack yo bitch with the same hand that I smoke with
Hit you with a bullet same size as a goldfish
I'm on tip with no tips
Shoot a whole clip for about four bricks
Some shit [?] broke quick
I don't hold shit but notice
I'm gon' get them hoe niggas
I'm focused on gorilla
Walk in I'm gon' kill him
I'm a boss man
Handle all business
Tall bands I'm a small nigga
Trap spot got the dog in it
Chopsticks and some dogs with em'
On my momma I ain't never call niggas
And when I did call niggas they ain't do shit
Niggas all talk what the fuck I'm gon' do with a conversation
Niggas plotting hating tryna shoot shit
My Jamaican in here contemplating on some new shit
Got me waiting but I'm kinda patient cuz I need them
Rasta rocket choppers leave them pussy boy bleeding
Motherfuckers always call my phone for no reason
Where was you when I ain't even know how I was eating

Make a bad bitch use her knees before I fuck her
Pass that bitch to Skuba Steve then I duck her
My neck minus 2 degrees I'm a hustler
My niggas will burn you for the cheese like usher

Young nigga hit yo momma cuz she got a thumper
Hollow hit your body, chest, moving like you covered
Dumb bitch talking shit my lil niggas jump her
Like with supper its lil butter keep a roll keep a cutter
Got that thunder, it's no wonder, got them hoes wanna fuck me on the road to Kentucky
Suck that low, in her undies
Got that pole right up under me
Got my goals right in front of me
Take yo soul if you touch me, that's fasho
I'm one hundo, I'm no one [?]
Got a drum on every gun tho I ain't have to blow no gummo
Niggas know I got that good smoke
Bought a new Yacht Master 'Boy what it hit for'
6'2" bitch with the Glock make me 6'4"
My bitch was being petty so I got to hit his hoe
She ain't wanna let me take my chain in the disco
Whole Kid pink Hutch rose gold [?]
Made 100 bands and I still got my Timbs on