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$weet-t & danny g beats – tilapia lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1: $weet+t]
your b+tch just hit my phone like, “$weet, let me get to toppin’ ya”
the raw locked my fiend’s jaw, can cop you some tilapia
my gang hang bl!cky off the hip, blow stogies like the mafia
gustavo in the whip, it got shipped all the way from bosnia
couldn’t compete with $weet, it ain’t a soul that said, “i’m stoppin’ ya”
but don’t act all surprised when dutchmaster gets to poppin’ ya
i ain’t no cameraman, but out the fl!ck is where i’m croppin’ ya
your b+tch nodded in agreement when i said, “the gang is swappin’ ya”
what you know about the mafia? what you know about the gang?
boy, what you know about the mob? i’m already knowin’ you can’t hang
you just pull up, park, and bark, we slide by and let it bang
i’m in the field with rats and snakes, careful for thе claws and fangs
bro put some flavor in his cup, but he ain’t sippin’ on no tang
all the placеs where i hang gave my slang a little tw+ng
i like big guns, but i’ll slide down and swing that little thing
i like big buns, but your girl slid through and sw+ng that little thing
man, tell your b+tch to stay away, i dog these hoes like it’s a sport
yeah, i’m hard like some courts, all my opps can eat my shorts
your people pour up with a pint, my people pour pints and quarts
keep on actin’ like big meech, we’ll leave your ass stank on fort
you can’t sneak up on big $weet, you’d think my ears are big as dumbo’s
this b+tch got some itty+bitties, but that booty super jumbo
the zotti got me out my body, you be blowin’ down that bunko
before you ever talk that junk, just know we move like the colombos
tryna f+ck with big $weet, buddy boy, go pound the sand
i take your b+tch to pound town after i hound down you and your mans
nah, i’m playin’, fight this 40, i don’t really got no hands
i made your b+tch suck my glans, then got right back to the plans
[verse 2: babytron]
when me and $weet do business, you can call us james and tyler
catch him out in traffic, if it ain’t the morgue, he changin’ tires
pyromaniac like ever since a kid, i played with fire
you can never hit my b+tch ’cause one thing she hate’s a liar, capper
better try and stay warm in that moose, we aimin’ for his antlers
i can’t understand the plug, he throwin’ ‘bows like enes kanter
they ain’t really want no smoke, they finna go and get checked for cancer
they’ll ask some dumb+ass sh+t, then try not to respect the answer
mister scam your granny, i do not respect no elders
when we pull up burnin’ metal, you best not expect no welders
you a hamburger, i ran up a check, no helpers
natural disaster in this b+tch, the switch’ll wreck your shelter
poured some syrup in the ‘burbs and woke up in the ghetto
you done learned it from a rat, you somethin’ like donatello
ballin’, i am not lamelo, looseleaf, this is not a ‘rillo
punchin’, i am not canelo, y’all the type to stop at yellows
drove two hours down the way, i’m out by firekeepers
they ain’t never pulled through, bust a shot, they just some tire screechers
a bar 3k, it’s fifty for the whole entire feature
a toe 1k, it’s five for the entire sneaker
tryna be a millionaire, he gon’ need both them lifelines
caught a body at the spot, it’s givin’ poltergeist vibes
we’ve been slidin’ since the 101s, cruella
brown mirror tints on the sticks, nutella
gang was booted up all may, you probably think that we knew ella
couple dancers tryna throw it on us, someone bring two ‘brellas
thinkin’ that y’all competition, a smack in the face
reel a ham in like i’m fishin’, no tackle and bait
teenage tron was stayin’ healthy, an apple a day
twin bl!ckies with the switchies hissin’, they rattle like snakes
tryna wrestle with these skinny jeans, in here battlin’ pape’
boy, you a ho with a capital h
[outro: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, long live $cam, you know?
live from the lab

- weet t danny g beats lyrics

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