PAROLES
[Intro: Tino Szn]
(Tino Szn)
Huh
[Chorus: Tino Szn]
Snap on this bitch off the dome, off the end (Woo)
You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh)
Niggas try copy, won’t buy what I’m sayin’ (Ahh)
Count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (Ooh)
[Verse 1: Tino Szn]
I done did 200k for my total, I’m lit, so I can’t really work with no local
Then I bought [?] on my head, its the same ones who told me I need to work on my vocals
Please do not talk to me, bitch I’m not social
I really might takeover, I’m thinking global
Hold up
Hold up, can’t you point like focal
Hold up, brody got a pack like postal
Bitch says they want a freak (Yuh)
‘Cause you don’t want the motherfuckin’ three-piece (Facts)
Gettin’ cheese, lemonade, C.C. (Yuh)
Bitch, I’m in a space coupe, you swеrve PT (Skkrt-skkrt)
Brand new Richard Mille on my wrist, can’t see mе
I just put some Fendi on a bitch, that Riri
Hold up
Sippin’ that wock it be [?]
I did this shit on my own
[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t feel my face
Never ever let a bitch in my place
And my money old, I call it Myspace
So you niggas need to give me my space
Bossed up on a bitch, ho I need [?] in the CLA
Jay said I be workin’ too much
Gotta get the chips like Frito Lays
[Chorus: Tino Szn]
Snap on this bitch off the dome, off the end (Woo)
You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh)
Niggas try copy, won’t buy what I’m sayin’ (Ahh)
Count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (Ooh)
[Verse 2: $NOT]
He drive in that whip, don’t get caught like a Kennedy (Huh)
And I know a nigga with a couple of felonies (Yuh)
Niggas dick ridin’ like they into [?] (Uh, uh, uh)
Ballin’ so hard I’m off the 2k legacy (Uh, uh, uh)
Right next to Jordan, shootin’ with the .23
Tellin’ that bitch to bend over
Win the white Forgis and big body Rovers (Yeah!)
You takin’ my bitch, well she a leftover (Aye!)
Weird ass niggas fuckin’ bitches not sober (Haha)
I like my bitches forty or older (Yea)
Bitch stop playin’ it’s not game over (Uh-huh)
Dick so long, tell that bitch, “Get lower”
Blunt so big, look like a flamethrower (Nah)
My head [?] look like a choker
Pull up with a chopper, cut ’em off like a mower (Ah, ah, ah)
You said that’s your bitch, well I know her
[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t feel my face
Never ever let a bitch in my place
And my money old, I call it Myspace
So you niggas need to give me my space
Bossed up on a bitch, ho I need [?] in the CLA
Jay said I be workin’ too much
Gotta get the chips like Frito Lays
[Chorus: Tino Szn]
Snap on this bitch off the dome, off the end (Woo)
You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh)
Niggas try copy, won’t buy what I’m sayin’ (Ahh)
Count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (Ooh)
