"tony dim" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Check, check, check
Ayy, check that boy out
Ayy, check that boy out
Who put this shit together? Bitch, I feel like Tony
Bitch, I'm strapped with fire, got Gen5 strapped up on me
Bitch, I feel like Speaker Knockerz, when I first started out, this shit was lonely
Niggas walkin' 'round flexin' they B-rolls, they better keep savin' up like lil' gang 'nem ain't hungry
Hit him in the forehead with fire, now his head swellin' up like that boy finna turn to a pony
Trap so old, gotta run out the house when I play my music so the roof don't fall on me
Niggas already bitin', niggas tryna clone me
Niggas can't see the fire, they think it ain't on me
I'm in the hideout with strap, nigga tryna take me down, nigga ass get clapped
Nigga wanna be gang so bad, nigga tryna fit in, he tryna go do what they rap
I'm on a heist, use my phone for the maps
He walkin' up yellin', that lil' boy get papped
He tryna get away, got that lil' boy on clamps
I be up in the dark like I'm tapped in with vamps
You touched a lil' money, you can't even share
Went to the other side, nobody was there
Shoot the video, give a fuck what I wear
Get out the V, hold my fire in the air
Boy, you gay as fuck, you always tryna stare
Point a nigga out, he right over there
Can't come to your hood without fire, I'm too scared
I know he got racks, I seen what he wearin'
All these hoes 'round me keep starin'
Boy, you gay as fuck, pull up your pants
You ain't gon' shoot shit tryna look mad, nigga, stay off the Xans
57 Joker, the gang be the clan
Work on my aim, I just practice on cans
Pull out your pocket, what the fuck in your pants?
Pull out that fire, catch a fire on your hands
You put it on your gang, why you lie on your twins?
Unload the spot, we get all that we can
Zaza blunts in the hood, smoke it out
You ain't never did that shit, why you lied?
The labels three-sixty, I'm robbin' they house
Took out my face, put that clown mask disguise
Come to your hood, do a show, then I slide
If we stay longer, we startin' a riot
You a lick in my hood, you a bonus prize
Told him my fire wasn't even on me, I lied
I'm sneaky as fuck, bitch, I want you to try it
Kick the ho out the whip, she thought she was slime
Lil' gang in the back seat, I'm passenger slidin'
Fine shit wanna drive us around
Kick the back door, tell you open up wide
And a rail on the top, put a scope on the side
Hit at his top, hit at his wiglet
Playin' with Lil Fast, this shit can get wicked
Fuck
Check, check, check
Ayy, check that boy out
Ayy, check that boy out
Who put this shit together? Bitch, I feel like Tony
Bitch, I'm strapped with fire, got Gen5 strapped up on me
Bitch, I feel like Speaker Knockerz, when I first started out, this shit was lonely
Niggas walkin' 'round flexin' they B-rolls, they better keep savin' up like lil' gang 'nem ain't hungry
Hit him in the forehead with fire, now his head swellin' up like that boy finna turn to a pony
Trap so old, gotta run out the house when I play my music so the roof don't fall on me
Niggas already bitin', niggas tryna clone me
Niggas can't see the fire, they think it ain't on me
I'm in the hideout with strap, nigga tryna take me down, nigga ass get clapped
Nigga wanna be gang so bad, nigga tryna fit in, he tryna go do what they rap
I'm on a heist, use my phone for the maps
He walkin' up yellin', that lil' boy get papped
He tryna get away, got that lil' boy on clamps
I be up in the dark like I'm tapped in with vamps
You touched a lil' money, you can't even share
Went to the other side, nobody was there
Shoot the video, give a fuck what I wear
Get out the V, hold my fire in the air
Boy, you gay as fuck, you always tryna stare
Point a nigga out, he right over there
Can't come to your hood without fire, I'm too scared
I know he got racks, I seen what he wearin'
All these hoes 'round me keep starin'
Boy, you gay as fuck, pull up your pants
You ain't gon' shoot shit tryna look mad, nigga, stay off the Xans
57 Joker, the gang be the clan
Work on my aim, I just practice on cans
Pull out your pocket, what the fuck in your pants?
Pull out that fire, catch a fire on your hands
You put it on your gang, why you lie on your twins?
Unload the spot, we get all that we can
Zaza blunts in the hood, smoke it out
You ain't never did that shit, why you lied?
The labels three-sixty, I'm robbin' they house
Took out my face, put that clown mask disguise
Come to your hood, do a show, then I slide
If we stay longer, we startin' a riot
You a lick in my hood, you a bonus prize
Told him my fire wasn't even on me, I lied
I'm sneaky as fuck, bitch, I want you to try it
Kick the ho out the whip, she thought she was slime
Lil' gang in the back seat, I'm passenger slidin'
Fine shit wanna drive us around
Kick the back door, tell you open up wide
And a rail on the top, put a scope on the side
Hit at his top, hit at his wiglet
Playin' with Lil Fast, this shit can get wicked
Fuck
Writer(s): Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton
