Tie em up Ty Tethers
Aye f*ck Lync Lone, yeah
Aye, bitch I race
Bitch I taste
Everything that's f*ckin' great
I got a dollar in my pocket and I'm gon spend it today
F*ck out my way
Soon enough that single dollar gon be 8
And then I double that like I'm eatin' sweet 16 cake
Cause my 16's are sweet
And I rise and defeat
These muhf*ckas holding grudges through my ashy ass teeth
Motherloads of dope
I smoke it all through the week
Other hoes, I smother those in money and weed, yuh
Tapped phone, but the hoes still callin' though
Whack drones need to learn how to follow Lone
I'm trippin' on some shit I wouldn't want my daughter on
That's just me sharing real with you like projectors on
And my flow's elaborate
Bust that quick then I stab it
F*ck that shit, I toe tag it
Throw back in body bags bitch
I rap, hoe I attack it
I snap on every track bitch
I zap you with my javelin
I crack your skull, I'm happy bitch
Yuh, aye
And I smoke weed a lot
Let the heathen drop
Beat up and freeze you cops
Bitch I'm lean off green pot
F*ckers talkin' to me like they want some free promo
You want a feature on my tracks kid? I rap dolo
I don't need to ride the wave of another
I find ways to succeed, unleash a beast when I'm runnin'
I can f*ck your ass up and dip and grip the phone and call the cops
I can f*ck on your thot but she just good for top
I can duck out the way but I always do not
I ran my f*ckin' city now it's time to plot
You never know what the f*ck is up in store
These whack whores crack more and backends hit the floor
These smacked rappers actually blast off and implore
I am taking psychedelics, time to f*ckin' explore
Yuh
Hallucinogens
And I come through with the sins
And I bum through in my timbs
And I bump music again
And I can cop a bag of dope and f*ck another day of life up
Or I can go make money so that way I can just light up
Gettin' a grip now
Bitches be smellin' like fish now
Muhf*cka just need to sit down
All of these pussies I been around
I get way too high
But I just see the lows
Ain't that how this muhf*ckin' life is supposed to go?
Lync Lone - City Morgue Lyrics
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Tie em up Ty Tethers
Aye f*ck Lync Lone, yeah
Aye, bitch I race
Bitch I taste
Everything that's f*ckin' great
I got a dollar in my pocket and I'm gon spend it today
F*ck out my way
Soon enough that single dollar gon be 8
And then I double that like I'm eatin' sweet 16 cake
Cause my 16's are sweet
And I rise and defeat
These muhf*ckas holding grudges through my ashy ass teeth
Motherloads of dope
I smoke it all through the week
Other hoes, I smother those in money and weed, yuh
Tapped phone, but the hoes still callin' though
Whack drones need to learn how to follow Lone
I'm trippin' on some shit I wouldn't want my daughter on
That's just me sharing real with you like projectors on
And my flow's elaborate
Bust that quick then I stab it
F*ck that shit, I toe tag it
Throw back in body bags bitch
I rap, hoe I attack it
I snap on every track bitch
I zap you with my javelin
I crack your skull, I'm happy bitch
Yuh, aye
And I smoke weed a lot
Let the heathen drop
Beat up and freeze you cops
Bitch I'm lean off green pot
F*ckers talkin' to me like they want some free promo
You want a feature on my tracks kid? I rap dolo
I don't need to ride the wave of another
I find ways to succeed, unleash a beast when I'm runnin'
I can f*ck your ass up and dip and grip the phone and call the cops
I can f*ck on your thot but she just good for top
I can duck out the way but I always do not
I ran my f*ckin' city now it's time to plot
You never know what the f*ck is up in store
These whack whores crack more and backends hit the floor
These smacked rappers actually blast off and implore
I am taking psychedelics, time to f*ckin' explore
Yuh
Hallucinogens
And I come through with the sins
And I bum through in my timbs
And I bump music again
And I can cop a bag of dope and f*ck another day of life up
Or I can go make money so that way I can just light up
Gettin' a grip now
Bitches be smellin' like fish now
Muhf*cka just need to sit down
All of these pussies I been around
I get way too high
But I just see the lows
Ain't that how this muhf*ckin' life is supposed to go?
Aye f*ck Lync Lone, yeah
Aye, bitch I race
Bitch I taste
Everything that's f*ckin' great
I got a dollar in my pocket and I'm gon spend it today
F*ck out my way
Soon enough that single dollar gon be 8
And then I double that like I'm eatin' sweet 16 cake
Cause my 16's are sweet
And I rise and defeat
These muhf*ckas holding grudges through my ashy ass teeth
Motherloads of dope
I smoke it all through the week
Other hoes, I smother those in money and weed, yuh
Tapped phone, but the hoes still callin' though
Whack drones need to learn how to follow Lone
I'm trippin' on some shit I wouldn't want my daughter on
That's just me sharing real with you like projectors on
And my flow's elaborate
Bust that quick then I stab it
F*ck that shit, I toe tag it
Throw back in body bags bitch
I rap, hoe I attack it
I snap on every track bitch
I zap you with my javelin
I crack your skull, I'm happy bitch
Yuh, aye
And I smoke weed a lot
Let the heathen drop
Beat up and freeze you cops
Bitch I'm lean off green pot
F*ckers talkin' to me like they want some free promo
You want a feature on my tracks kid? I rap dolo
I don't need to ride the wave of another
I find ways to succeed, unleash a beast when I'm runnin'
I can f*ck your ass up and dip and grip the phone and call the cops
I can f*ck on your thot but she just good for top
I can duck out the way but I always do not
I ran my f*ckin' city now it's time to plot
You never know what the f*ck is up in store
These whack whores crack more and backends hit the floor
These smacked rappers actually blast off and implore
I am taking psychedelics, time to f*ckin' explore
Yuh
Hallucinogens
And I come through with the sins
And I bum through in my timbs
And I bump music again
And I can cop a bag of dope and f*ck another day of life up
Or I can go make money so that way I can just light up
Gettin' a grip now
Bitches be smellin' like fish now
Muhf*cka just need to sit down
All of these pussies I been around
I get way too high
But I just see the lows
Ain't that how this muhf*ckin' life is supposed to go?
Writer: Kyle Moran
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid