Tyepacino - Wh!te Lyrics

(Damn A K)
(Shout out my nigga A K, this shit hard as f*ck!)

Please don't talk to me bout nothing else except a check
I just, had to go and risk it all for my respect
I might, take the right way when these niggas looking left
I just, popped another 15 milli percocet

I'm like, made a flip off of that iPhone, dialtone
And I had some dirty soda styrofoam, mind gone
If a nigga test might get his mind blown
I'm on all the bullshit and I touchdown on her like a pylon

Hold up what's that?
I just need me a pack
I just need me some cash and a thick bitch with ass
Smoking gas I got fumes in my lungs, I'm immune
To smoking Bambús like I ain't got shit to lose

Yeah I ain't got shit to prove but I got some shit to do
I had a dream bout one of you bitches that's on my to-do list

She suck me up, she suck me up gums, it's sloppy, toothless
Why you acting new bitch I seen you in the nude bitch

She want me to build with her I told her I ain't Bob
She wan suck me in the front seat, passenger just while I drive
Ate me up just like some lunch meat after that I said goodbye
She said wait can we get high, I said bitch aight

I got blue faces, blue flames inside my body I ignite
She kept on pitching that ass to me but she never threw a strike
She look at me like her majesty, she look at you like her knight
And no don't ask me to pass my blunt cuz these Runtz right here they white bitch

They white bitch
They white bitch
White bitch keep sniffing coca that's that white shit

White bitch
That white shit
I only hit her once to see if I would like it

Alright shit, set her aside shit ooh
This drip ooh, sauce you can't wipe it ooh
That's light shit, Amiri I like it
I'm recording myself I ain't type this

That's dead ask a bird what she keep complaining for she want bread
She see the guys I'm with they be dangerous she ain't scared
It's 2024, A K cooked this bitch up right here
Going broke my inner fear, I can't let shit interfere

Look bro, I ain't with none of that f*ck shit that you talking about
Look woe, I ain't with none of that pillow talking about no thot lil ho
If you wan f*ck one of my thots gotta pay me a lot lor bro, necklace pot of gold

Shorty was 5 foot 4, THUG LIFE like Pac
At your door like Dominoes
Got a lot of flows
He's an imposter, I might bust his cantaloupe
Bold like Mufasa, now his brains like pasta bro

Dirty Fanta nothing else really matters woe
It was haunted, I departed to Atlanta bro
Disregard it, problem solve it I'm the answer woe
She was sloppy with that head like where her manners go, whoa!

(Damn A K)
2024 shit bitch
(Shout out my nigga A K, this shit hard as f*ck)

And we still throwing 4s up
All year