Lil Yachty, Tierra Whack ft. A$AP Rocky, Tyler, The Creator – T.D

Lyrics T.D – Lil Yachty, Tierra Whack ft. A$AP Rocky, Tyler, The Creator

Woah
I’m in this b**ch like ayy..⑤

I’ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I’ma need me a b**ch before it turn ten, uh
I’ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin’ around town and I’m downtown
Big boy gat, I don’t back down
Take your b**ch, yeah, I got a sack now
F**k a bad b**ch, I blow a b**ch back now

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Whoa, go up in here
I’m in this b**ch like, ayy..⑤
I’m in his b**ch

Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When s**t wasn’t sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain’t have no Turks and no Caicos
Go fresh for the kill, for the sandals
We learn how to pedal, no handles

Back when we trap, we trap
And we peddle right front of the Santos
Like who wanna match I’m runnin’ the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin’ in last
I might overlap ’em and won’t double back
‘Cause my past is my past

They open my path, and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
My skin was the name, her skin was some change
We want the same thing, let’s not get off track
Back up in that b**ch skatin’
My wrist alone is the glist’, I’m sayin’
Super Saiyan, blonde, her lace front on
N**ga, don’t make me wait too long
Wouldn’t grace to that Grey Poupon
My b**ch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long

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It’s young T and he be that boy
I talk death but I don’t like guns
I talk love but I don’t got none
They talk charts but they don’t got one
You gotta stage, then its one-point-one for one hour
N**gas came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that’s why they all doubt ’em
And still came out on top, now that’s power

F**k their respect, I won’t miss a step
I won’t intercept, the tip of my tongue
I got still got my soul and still got the check
Like, bling, bling, b**ch, I feel like ju..
Raw as f**k, b**ch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and I feel like Groovy

Neck lookin’ like a thot and label
But it’s goin’ up like it’s an escalator
Boys goin’ down like Titanic, sailor
Yachty, hearin’ him from the ..
Flacko freer than the Costco
Plate of them samples, n**ga
I’m ample, huh

When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum, hoo
That’s Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y’all small fries for example, n**ga, um
Don’t run with the ride-a-long, n**ga
N**ga, I’m a catalog, I’m a human Adderall
Little ass b**ch, nah, you ain’t in my category
Unicorn, rare, better put a saddle on, n**ga
Y’all rappity-rap, y’all critically acclaimed, they gassin’ you up
I went to your show and took little nap
That’s why we not in the same bracket of tax
I’m that n**ga, b**ch

I did it all with the passion, I’m a god in this fashion
N**gas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket
Had to pull myself together like it’s all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I’m a star, call me Patrick
Heard the b**ch was talkin’ s**t so I caught him in traffic
I’m the type to walk in your house and s**t on your mattress

I’m good, you could take it all away
I’m God, you follow me ’cause I know the way
I’m in Philly and we all fly
If we don’t got the whip we do the walk-by
Call your new b**ch and we archive
If you cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap the b**ch, you chose the wrong side
Mob ties, b**ch, you get hog’s eyed, you chose the wrong side

Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin’ like that
Had to clean out the trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me oνer, they don’t know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin’ n**gas take herbal and naps
These h*es can’t rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain’t f**kin’ with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I’m bored
Okay, I’m tired, sleepy, ugh

Yeah, I wanna be like nobody else
Lookin’ so good I might ride myself
Realize I gotta hide the wealth
Told bro it’s okay to be rich and stealth
Twenty-two, I might go f**k a milf
My twin sisters both white as milk
Maybach, inside came soft as silk
Put a b**ch on the Molly, now she tilt

This b**ch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin’ rap friends, more sketch than a white me
Billionaire Boat, more freedom that a white man
F**kin’ on the b**ch and she sound like a hype man
Lookin’ for a fly n**ga, I’m what you type in
Been counted out since I could count
Got a public and a private account
For my bank and not my Insta, b**ch…

➤ Written by Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky & Lil Yachty
Album: Lil Boat 3
Produced by 30 Roc
Lil Yachty | Tierra Whack | Tyler, The Creator | A$AP Rocky | 2020

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