tbinacut - tyquan way lyrics
[intro]
600 k
frontstreet k
savagesquad k
oblock k
you know how we rockin’, tw sh-t man
tb in this business
600 k, f-ck the opps
this tyquan way
[tb]
who the f-ck is dude, ya’ll some f-ckin clizzys
we pop up with glizzys, lil chris totin’ semi’s
i got hittas with me, we be off the remy
i bet ya’ll can’t hit me, silent k!ller in me
and i keep a bankroll, i swear it be straight 50s and 20s
my n-gg-s is realer than you
and poppie sendin shots like he sinkin’ a fool
i’m fto, rest up young tutu
and f-ck 12 lil b who i salute
i’m not a savage or a loose screw
i have them venzell villains take off with that 8-ball
take his face off, tyquan way in the playoffs
king drive them boys got a deadline, put a fat -ss hole in his line
yo hoes h-t my line and i am not lying
this fo-nick tear up yo spine, i’m on my godd-mn grind
it is my time, all this ice and shine
lc leave you blind
if you smokin on tooka we hit that cut
then you know we do it
sneakdiss on the gang, then we gonna unscrew em
f-ck the opps they be k!lling for coats
im 600k, f-ck 8 double 0
he walked on the v and caught a hollow ( lil jock )
fyb means yo b-tch giving me throat
its tyquan way tookaville do you want smoke?
shoutout lil bubba and shoutout to jerk
wooski and lil twan put n-gg-s in dirt
007 put in all of that work
nina flirt for venzell we are super turnt
[poppie]
started as a youngin’, tote tools like i’m plumbing
lil chris steady poking, frontstreet they be joking
poke em in slow motion, cheno what i’m smoking
dq you a goofy shoot clips like a movie
wet em no jacuzzi i stay with my toolie
pop up on the drive, all headshots, b-tch i be smokin on dead opps
we dont shoot leg shots unless yall luck up
frontstreet got us f-cked up
pick yo mans up i know his chest hurt
tw we put in the best work
then we go party, hit the dusse, off the remy
lj he still got the fifty
two 40s two masks, n-gg-s don’t get no p-sses
pop out the cut and we blastin
yo b-tch i hit that, in the hallways i spit that
two 40s two big macs and we tote that
[richie jerk]
m a money man, f-ck a b-tch, im about my bag ( run it up )
run up on me, got lil bubba with me he gon chalk his -ss
slide thru the o we gon catch an o we gon bag his -ss
there go lil boo, f-ck tirehead, we gon stretch his -ss
caught him loafin ona drive wet em up like capo
and im sipping lean and we pourin folks smoking capo (marshawn)
red beam on his hip where you goin’, ain’t no runnin n-gg-
and we gunnin n-gg-s, get that 50 leave a n-gg- slumped n-gg-
free bugged up lil darrell, free lil mike out that cell
f-ck the opps, n-gg- rest in h-ll
ona deuce we got a lot of sh-lls ( a lot )
ride thru, get you sh-t flipped
smoking opp n-gg-s out the zip
shoutout bico thats my brodie n-gg- got that 30 he a let it rip
run up, get hit, lil bubba bussin off the sh-ts
if you run up he got that 30 on him, he got a 33 exact on his hip
its sak gang and we thumbin thru them hundreds
run up and we drummin, 50 in this tec its drummin
[outro]
free n-dot
free lil mike
free lil darrell
shoutout l.j
brodie takes the f-cking set
yeah man, b-tch-ss n-gg-s, ya’ll some hoes
f-ck the opps, f-ck frontstreet, b.d.k. forever
we are sakboys man, ya’ll know how we rockin’
tw-sh-t, two letter gang
free n-dot man
free the f-cking guys man, f-ck the opps
eyy man get yo’, tw man, tyquan way man, tyquan way or gunplay
f-ckin’ goofy, clizzy -ss boy
n-gg-s better stop sneakdissin’ on the gang man
lil bubba waddap man? f-ck the opps forever
free ma big bro lil darrell man
ya know shawty straight buggin’ man, on foenem
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