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tyb toron - youngin lyrics

better watch how i’m coming

i been out finessing since i was a youngin

i ain’t wit the bluffing you know that we drumming we getting it upping send shots at ya m+ffin

ain’t wit the cuffing get straight to the f+cking these b+tches is bugging the come by the dozen

back on the block it was me and my cousin you know that we juugin there ain’t no discussion

tryna ball like i’m ad, kd, jd sending some shots like the navy

in the lane going crazy, gripping the glizzy and toteing the 80 look

all these b+tches is crazy, hit her one time and that b+tch want a baby look

know i’m whipping up gravy, balling like wavy popping a perc till i’m lazy

shе be thinking i need her
i do not need her
hit hеr one time then i leave her
know i’m cold like the freezer
fight like vegeta
then i be shooting like frieza
tote the glock and the nina
i got the heater
know i be swinging like jeter
with the cheese like velveta
hot like a fever
my diamonds hit like a seizure
said they feen for some fame, they ain’t put in no pain and that’s word to my mother they don’t want no beef

on the top of my game better stay in ya lane if you don’t you get smoked like a swisher sweet

and they lie on my name swear you won’t be the same when i pull up i’m sending shots out the jeep

used to sleep on my name now i’m dripping like rain suck my d+ck you lil b+tches can’t eat for free

know my choppa gon kick, bruce lee

ride around town wit the stick, toolie

when i pull up he running he running he running he running like rick, goofy

roll ya mans in a spliff, dubie

spent too much nights in the pit, juvy

know my brodie’s is drumming, they dumbing they gunning ya sh+t wit the gl!ck, duecey

i just talked to lil bro, said they ain’t no competition

better get on ya feet cuz the time is ticking

and i ain’t wit the talking so quit the b+tching
if you can’t stand the heat why you in the kitchen?

no you can’t be my mans you ain’t with the chicken

(do+do+do+do) and my triggers cl!cking

when i walk on the strip know my bl!ck is hitting

getting rowdy like roddy piper

body for body on timing i’m feeling hyper

with the sh+t like a dirty diaper

walk in the cut sn+tch a chain like my name is swiper

randy orton b+tch i’m a viper

burrata+ba on the boy cuz i ain’t a fighter

smoking opps out the lucky lighter

down for the count getting rowdy like roddy piper

ooouuu+aaahhh i’m getting money no boa
all you b+tches suck d+ck if you feel a way
said i’m balling like i’m in the nba
oouu+aaah there’s a op at the spot it’s a doa
give a f+ck bout ya set cuz we ebk
headed straight to the bag ain’t no frito+lay
said i’m bout the cheese no rat sh+t

run up on gang get left in a casket

way back then i was broke i ain’t had sh+t

focused on robbing and scheming that’s sad sh+t

and they all on my d+ck ain’t no f+g sh+t

talk out ya mouth you get hit with this ratchet

line him up and get stretched like elastic

i know they hating but i’m bout that bag sh+t

- tyb toron lyrics

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