lil tee (mastermind!) - teestyle, pt. 1 lyrics
[verse]
balencies on me, so don’t step on my toe (don’t do it)
i got x pills and o’s but this ain’t tic+tac+toe (ecsy)
i get off the x and start finding my flow
don’t know where i’ll go but i’m just tryna grow
i don’t want your hoe, ’cause i got me a hoe (f+ck ya hoe)
and she prolly way better at rollin’ my dope (f+ck ya hoe)
and better at hiding my o’s (she better)
when that sh+t get real sticky
in times when i’m needing her most
ay, bae, pull up on me
i’m needing some dome (pull up)
when she pull up on me, we smoke out the o (pull up)
and she likе gin0bili (eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh)
left hand on that d+ck when she blow
man, i swеar i’m in love with her throat
she the best at that sh+t so i call her throat+goat
and her p+ssy so wet
i might need a row+boat (ouu)
she take that d+ck deep, like she just hit a low note (ouu)
your b+tch is dirty, that b+tch is a no+go (dirty b+tch)
call your b+tch santa, ’cause that b+tch a ho+ho (ho ho ho)
she hop from d+ck to d+ck just like a pogo (pogo)
yeah she been hoeing on you
you don’t know, though (know though)
tryna get with tee, ’cause he fly like a dodo (dodo)
she like the way he kickin’ sh+t like a dojo (dojo, bow)
sorry i’m c+cky, it’s a part of my mojo (mojo)
i like this vibe, but its time to switch the flow, though (oops)
i got to many flows, if you steal one, it’s on go, bro
[verse 2]
everybody talkin’ ’bout tee, ’cause he gon’ blow, though
feel like a mannequin, designer clothes head to tip+toe (drip)
blue money on me, but, n+gga, i ain’t no crip though (crip)
b+tch i got the key, no call of duty, no crypto
n+ggas playin’ like they high but haven’t took a sip though (n+ggas cappin’)
yeah i pop some tabs, but, n+gga, i still won’t trip though (nah)
drinkin’ way too much, think my tummy might need some pepto (ah)
versace on my feet, that’s why it’s pep up in my step, bro
strap and pack up on my waist, that’s why i limp, bro
smoke so many backwoods, got cancer up in my lymph nodes
b+tch, i’m disrespectful, don’t follow none of the simp codes
b+tch, i’m getting money, ’cause running it up is simple
smile on my face, ’cause i like showing off my dimples (cheese)
really i ain’t friendly, run up, i’ll pop like a pimple (bop)
when i pop out with shorty, she ride the wave like a ripple
smack the booty with both hands, i call it a double dribble (+clap, clap, clap+)
ima feed the kitty, but don’t feed it with no kibble
i’m fishing, but for money, don’t call me karl vondibble
h+ll yeah i flip money, i single, double then i triple (trip that)
i got plenty cheddar, let my homies come and nibble (get that)
said if you want some money, then the solution is simple
ima start you trappin’, we’ll start a business like nimble
b+tches really low, who the f+ck taught ’em how to limbo? (what the f+ck)
never trust a hoe who steady calling you “big bro”
[verse 3]
i can’t trust n0body without a smg symbol (smg, the gang)
smg the label, we plan on making it big, bro
we stackin’ more gwalla, while you n+ggas still big broke
i just copped some runts, call [?] it’s time to big smoke
big toke (big toke)
that’s how we do it
we like to big smoke
big trap (big trap)
that’s how we do it
we like to sell dope
dirty money (dirty money)
need to go watch my hands with some d+mn soap
.38 on me, i need to watch out for the po+po (bltrrr)
money so dirty, that sh+t be lookin’ like a hobo
need to clean my act up, mama don’t think i sell no more
but not yet
’cause i’m still sellin’ sh+t
and i’m still f+cking off cash
i’m not celibate (f+ck it off)
og in my blunt, and i just be inhaling it
and the way i’m sellin’ dope, i ain’t never scaling it
and i don’t flat+iron designer ’cause i got a lot of it
i am the seller, not the buyer
cash, i got a wad of it
they see me in my new attire
dollars where my pocket sit
grind in the stu, while getting higher
i might pop a percocet (perky)
i + drank too much, my liver on fire
i felt my kidney twitch (ah)
i + smoke too much
i need a caregiver to help my lungs reset (help me)
other than drugs, i’ve been getting bigger but i’m still scared of jets
so when i’m blown up and getting figures, travel on tour buses (flying)
stack more gwalla, we just been getting richer, thinking ’bout businesses
when i sell to you, start making it quicker and bring no witnesses
i’m on my way to go get some liquor, before, i wanna get this in
and i’m running up figures but i ain’t talking ’bout no fitness’s
businesses + that’s where i’m going with all this rappin’ sh+t (business)
talkin’ sh+t + on [?]
i might have to slap a b+tch
trappin’ sh+t + that’s what i’m active in
pour some actavis
i ain’t talkin’ mcdonalds when i say, “i just macked a b+tch” (big mac)
i support violence, so, b+tch, don’t call me a pacifist
talkin’ sh+t on tee, f+ck that
i might have to pass a fist (bow)
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