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tbinacut – tyquan way lyrics

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[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

- tbinacut lyrics

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