"T.E.I.O" lyrics
Fuego Base & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
(feat. Sule)
You niggas broke, that's a fun fact
That fent shit had 'em leaning but that tranq got 'em hunchbacked
Too dirty to be burning blunts
Eight hours away, in a small town, tryna turn shit up
Y'all can miss me with your crime fables
I'm cold, I seen death way before I knew my time tables
I added on to my hustle, some trials and leeches
Studied the game, you can tell when I'm rapping my thesis
It ain't my fault you ain't graduate, I'm glad you hate
Country sale in my hood with some magic eights
Then they wanna gummy down at the wing spot
'Cause I ended up with more recognition than them dweebs got
If she with you then she got low standards
I can't wait to see your plates in a blind spot with no cameras
It's God's call, guess I'm bigger than drugs
Then before I left the game, I left my phone to a nigga I loves
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
We be weighing our consequences but we still do it
My shooter like forty-eight, still playing drill music
He shot first so they can know he dangerous
My OG dropped the bucket with four nicks like Anunoby playing
The right connections make a killing in a small town
The loudest in the room is broke, you gotta calm down
I'm paranoid because I'm signed now
Shit, I be on a tour bus with ammonia sat on my Tom Browns
I guess I'm really that nigga
Selling work but I robbed 'em to get it back like I'm an Indian giver
I be on Peach Free in a Spider Ferrari with my wrist showing
Bitch, these ain't regular Vans, these is Rick Owens
You try to snatch a chain, you calling on the reaper phone
We threw his body in the Hudson till it decomposed
When BSF in the building, you turn them speakers on
They ain't fucking with Sule and Fuego but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
That fent shit had 'em leaning but that tranq got 'em hunchbacked
Too dirty to be burning blunts
Eight hours away, in a small town, tryna turn shit up
Y'all can miss me with your crime fables
I'm cold, I seen death way before I knew my time tables
I added on to my hustle, some trials and leeches
Studied the game, you can tell when I'm rapping my thesis
It ain't my fault you ain't graduate, I'm glad you hate
Country sale in my hood with some magic eights
Then they wanna gummy down at the wing spot
'Cause I ended up with more recognition than them dweebs got
If she with you then she got low standards
I can't wait to see your plates in a blind spot with no cameras
It's God's call, guess I'm bigger than drugs
Then before I left the game, I left my phone to a nigga I loves
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
We be weighing our consequences but we still do it
My shooter like forty-eight, still playing drill music
He shot first so they can know he dangerous
My OG dropped the bucket with four nicks like Anunoby playing
The right connections make a killing in a small town
The loudest in the room is broke, you gotta calm down
I'm paranoid because I'm signed now
Shit, I be on a tour bus with ammonia sat on my Tom Browns
I guess I'm really that nigga
Selling work but I robbed 'em to get it back like I'm an Indian giver
I be on Peach Free in a Spider Ferrari with my wrist showing
Bitch, these ain't regular Vans, these is Rick Owens
You try to snatch a chain, you calling on the reaper phone
We threw his body in the Hudson till it decomposed
When BSF in the building, you turn them speakers on
They ain't fucking with Sule and Fuego but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
Never out without my button but to each his own
I swear these rap niggas fronting but to each his own
You niggas forty, doing nothing, but to each his own
I make that bail then I'm running but to each his own
