JT Stone - Tilt Lyrics

Whatchu know bout me
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Clouds like stadium crowds
Blood Vibranium
Skin titanium
Fire in my deep bass Smaug
Damn
Wonder if my daddy be proud
Wonder if my grandad proud
Prolly kicking it with Jesus
Bumping to the sound
See em both singing
Was lost but now I'm
Tilting to the beat
For the new shit
Work that news shit
Bruise shit
Do it for a cruise ship
Hit it til they asking how it do
Shit
Throw it out the back til they all go stupid
Burn all the blueprints
Started from the bottom cause I lose it
Everybody acting so clueless
They all so useless
Damn right
Man, do it for a news clip
Do it for a shout out to your nigga in the boonies
I ain't doing anything for the foolies
Thinking they can act so cool-ish
Don't make me get ruthless
Smack off them goose lips
Loosen the noose
I'm loosely coon gooning
Tilting to the beat cause my neck on swivel
Player number one has reached the next level
One Up on me cause I do it better
Irate the prince
The kid's a go-getter
And I ain't dying yet
Put me on set
Put me on blast
See if I wreck
Put me on a 45 degree, no sweat
Real niggas been tilt out here to the best
Aye
Up in the stu
Hey
Chill at my desk
Hopped up on bumps and rips in my chest
I could keep going but I prolly should rest
Take it to the back
Get a bitch undressed while the beat go
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Clouds like stadium crowds
Blood Vibranium
Skin titanium
Fire in my deep bass Smaug
Pick it up and put it on the ground
I order that shit by the pound
Set it down right on my baseball mound
Tear it straight up like a black hellhound
Writing niggas death notes
Feeling like Kira
A little tipsy in the club and sipping on a beer
Uh
Uh, uh
Another shandy for me barkeep
Can you drive home
Hell no, but I'm frosty
Vehicle glossy
Hand me the car keys
Hop off my knob please
Y'all be so bossy
Strut past the bar scene
Wave to the thotties
Won't let then charge me
But damn they hotties
I'm a little Casanova
Girl, it's really good to know ya
And I'm really hoping that you
Niggas digging this flow
Get a girl to show ya
How she bend it like it's yoga
Put some butter on her roll
And tell her that you wanna go
Listen to the bass
Keys change
Erase all your hate
Create your new fate
With JT Irate
The cows are up top
Like how high the stakes
My tasty cake rhymes
The sweetest home bakes
Uh
I pop fly
Check your baseball mitt
Uh
My rooms a bit of a pigsty
But shit
I'll play a this little piggy
Twist little piggy
Bend it over crisp, Itty Bitty
Twist pretty kitty
If you wanna
Come over
I'm just saying
We can do it covert
Or f*cking slaying
Like the words out my mouth
Killed a dragon
Bitch
And this boy started bragging rich
And then the beat go
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Clouds like stadium crowds
Blood Vibranium
Skin titanium
Fire in my deep bass Smaug
Damn
Ain't no pussy niggas allowed
We hold it down here and over in A-town
Take off ya fake crown
Cause I'm the God-king Irate
Now bop ya head if you feeling my fate
I got the radio