"Tin Foil" lyrics
Look at everything I did in the streets
I stay loyal
I gotta swap out the van hand to hand
I wrapped the tin foil
I'm a real rock star payin' with bands
Fill you if you diss on my brudda
And a hoe, all she want to do is just
Fuck, fuck, fuck
She slept with my brudda
I take the switch out the car and go
We run soon as we see 12 comin'
I got a room, you can see what I'm sayin'
Baby dick on me, this bih not no trans
Have the Suburban push up to yo land
Swift thang hit on that boy, change his dreads
These niggas bite, then I switch up my swag
Answer the phone fore I get on the plane
'Cause when I get off, be havin' jet lag
I can even smell it, the hoes goin' crazy
Beat up my phone, what I tell you 'bout dat
P5 gon' shoot, gon' be Norte Dame
Blatt
He know he goin' out bad
We got them switches, we turn that shit mainly
Pull up, we pushin' shit back
Bad bitch beat up the phone, tell her blow me a kiss
I might not call the hoe back
I switched some money, just tryna look out for somebody
'Cause I was lookin' for somebody
Just want to chill and these niggas keep playin' fire
That's why I gotta catch a body
No Emmett Till, you fuck wit dat hoe, you get problems
Just might turn a name to a body
Look at everything I did in the streets
I stay loyal
I gotta swap out the van hand to hand
I wrapped the tin foil
I'm a real rock star payin' with bands
Fill you with you diss on my brudda
And a hoe, all she want to do is just
Fuck, fuck, fuck
She slept with my brudda
I take the switch out the car and go
We run soon as we see 12 comin'
I got a room, you can see what I'm sayin'
Baby dick on me, this bih not no trans
Have the Suburban push up to yo land
Swift thang hit on that boy, change his dreads
These niggas bite, then I switch up my swag
Answer the phone fore I get on the plane
'Cause when I get off, be havin' jet lag
I can even smell it, the hoes goin' crazy
Beat up my phone, what I tell you 'bout dat
I stay loyal
I gotta swap out the van hand to hand
I wrapped the tin foil
I'm a real rock star payin' with bands
Fill you if you diss on my brudda
And a hoe, all she want to do is just
Fuck, fuck, fuck
She slept with my brudda
I take the switch out the car and go
We run soon as we see 12 comin'
I got a room, you can see what I'm sayin'
Baby dick on me, this bih not no trans
Have the Suburban push up to yo land
Swift thang hit on that boy, change his dreads
These niggas bite, then I switch up my swag
Answer the phone fore I get on the plane
'Cause when I get off, be havin' jet lag
I can even smell it, the hoes goin' crazy
Beat up my phone, what I tell you 'bout dat
P5 gon' shoot, gon' be Norte Dame
Blatt
He know he goin' out bad
We got them switches, we turn that shit mainly
Pull up, we pushin' shit back
Bad bitch beat up the phone, tell her blow me a kiss
I might not call the hoe back
I switched some money, just tryna look out for somebody
'Cause I was lookin' for somebody
Just want to chill and these niggas keep playin' fire
That's why I gotta catch a body
No Emmett Till, you fuck wit dat hoe, you get problems
Just might turn a name to a body
Look at everything I did in the streets
I stay loyal
I gotta swap out the van hand to hand
I wrapped the tin foil
I'm a real rock star payin' with bands
Fill you with you diss on my brudda
And a hoe, all she want to do is just
Fuck, fuck, fuck
She slept with my brudda
I take the switch out the car and go
We run soon as we see 12 comin'
I got a room, you can see what I'm sayin'
Baby dick on me, this bih not no trans
Have the Suburban push up to yo land
Swift thang hit on that boy, change his dreads
These niggas bite, then I switch up my swag
Answer the phone fore I get on the plane
'Cause when I get off, be havin' jet lag
I can even smell it, the hoes goin' crazy
Beat up my phone, what I tell you 'bout dat
