Look, watch that car, I think it's opp I'm paranoid, So I be tweakin' for the pop
Just Made 19, I'm on my top, get out your top Nigga, just got the drop, I'm finna sit on
All my opps With it, bitch and I ain't talkin' bout Location
Every time we spin they set, nobody out, that Bitch be vacant
Bougie bitch got hella ass, I'm tryna see if she could take it
I'm a taker, I hop out and shoot shit up I'm sendin' Shit straight to they maker
Think I'm workin' for Cap One, bitch, I'm addicted To the paper
Sights on, don't need a laser Big stick came with a Switch, you try to run
Then I'ma chase ya Bitch, I feel like Mr. Baker, we Make niggas
Change route Ever since that storm cleared, I Never seen the same drought Since then, I had a Fed mouth
Let's get straight to the fed talk Won't talk too Much up in this song, that shit might bring the Feds out Young beedo cut his dreads off, we hit They
Block and speed out Bitch, don't come round here For a feature
We'll bite your head off I speak the truth up in my Music
Go ask my momma, she aprove it Since 13, I've Been a problem
Ain't got no mind, bitch, I'll lose it But bitch don't play me like I'm stupid
Ain't got time for lovin' bitches Reason one, don't F*ck with Cupid
I went to school with that lil' nigga His reputation Was a goofy
Lil' bitch don't make me flash out I'm still at heads Behind my potna
Bitch don't make me crash out Make me pull that Bag out
Big stick, I brought my mask out We spin, they block
With bookoo shots, them niggas almost passed out
Yeah, I hit they block, I'm tweakin' I can barley, go to f*ckin' sleep
Cause a nigga fightin' demons Sit behind that hard nigga
Can't see me, feel like I'm John Cena Young four, don't listen
But I don't be trippin' cause that's how I used to be
Don't be beggin' me why a nigga grindin' Cause I'm tryin' to eat
I told my momma that I'm a gangsta She said, that's fine with me
I got this stick sittin on my lap Nigga better not follow me
Jump out on a nigga block davo put that smack on him
Niggas, they ain't even cock I'll go on a drill with no shoes on
Just to show y'all I'm tweeking to smack some
Nigga tweakin' to add up a body count I den fell in love with them smackers
Tote a 4in up in baka , Duck bitch f*ckin' on the rat
Pound sign when you see the trap Only eat her pussy when it's waxed
Nigga turnin' up to the max Nigga still gettin' back for crack
CLX nigga in the act Caught my first body, I was happy
Big B turned me up with trappin' Blicked a nigga Down, he started dancin
If he say I'm pussy, he was cappin' I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin
I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin' Broad day, see the opps in traffic
Shoot the police if they in my mix That's what Happened when them pistols blasting
200s got me with some ratchets F*ck her good, Then I gotta pass it
Drop the window let that fully off I'm in traffic, Bashin' with them smackers
Bitch, G-Young and I got Davo with me,
Nigga know what the f*ck it is, man Nigga Smackin' shit
F*ck boy, yeah, yeah, nigga, get up with us
Yeah, suck my dick, and nigga gon' kill you in the
Man, look, I ain't about to do all that, hear me
See me in person, hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gon' see me, nigga
Young Sev7n - TKSZ (feat. G Youngin) Lyrics
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Look, watch that car, I think it's opp I'm paranoid, So I be tweakin' for the pop
Just Made 19, I'm on my top, get out your top Nigga, just got the drop, I'm finna sit on
All my opps With it, bitch and I ain't talkin' bout Location
Every time we spin they set, nobody out, that Bitch be vacant
Bougie bitch got hella ass, I'm tryna see if she could take it
I'm a taker, I hop out and shoot shit up I'm sendin' Shit straight to they maker
Think I'm workin' for Cap One, bitch, I'm addicted To the paper
Sights on, don't need a laser Big stick came with a Switch, you try to run
Then I'ma chase ya Bitch, I feel like Mr. Baker, we Make niggas
Change route Ever since that storm cleared, I Never seen the same drought Since then, I had a Fed mouth
Let's get straight to the fed talk Won't talk too Much up in this song, that shit might bring the Feds out Young beedo cut his dreads off, we hit They
Block and speed out Bitch, don't come round here For a feature
We'll bite your head off I speak the truth up in my Music
Go ask my momma, she aprove it Since 13, I've Been a problem
Ain't got no mind, bitch, I'll lose it But bitch don't play me like I'm stupid
Ain't got time for lovin' bitches Reason one, don't F*ck with Cupid
I went to school with that lil' nigga His reputation Was a goofy
Lil' bitch don't make me flash out I'm still at heads Behind my potna
Bitch don't make me crash out Make me pull that Bag out
Big stick, I brought my mask out We spin, they block
With bookoo shots, them niggas almost passed out
Yeah, I hit they block, I'm tweakin' I can barley, go to f*ckin' sleep
Cause a nigga fightin' demons Sit behind that hard nigga
Can't see me, feel like I'm John Cena Young four, don't listen
But I don't be trippin' cause that's how I used to be
Don't be beggin' me why a nigga grindin' Cause I'm tryin' to eat
I told my momma that I'm a gangsta She said, that's fine with me
I got this stick sittin on my lap Nigga better not follow me
Jump out on a nigga block davo put that smack on him
Niggas, they ain't even cock I'll go on a drill with no shoes on
Just to show y'all I'm tweeking to smack some
Nigga tweakin' to add up a body count I den fell in love with them smackers
Tote a 4in up in baka , Duck bitch f*ckin' on the rat
Pound sign when you see the trap Only eat her pussy when it's waxed
Nigga turnin' up to the max Nigga still gettin' back for crack
CLX nigga in the act Caught my first body, I was happy
Big B turned me up with trappin' Blicked a nigga Down, he started dancin
If he say I'm pussy, he was cappin' I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin
I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin' Broad day, see the opps in traffic
Shoot the police if they in my mix That's what Happened when them pistols blasting
200s got me with some ratchets F*ck her good, Then I gotta pass it
Drop the window let that fully off I'm in traffic, Bashin' with them smackers
Bitch, G-Young and I got Davo with me,
Nigga know what the f*ck it is, man Nigga Smackin' shit
F*ck boy, yeah, yeah, nigga, get up with us
Yeah, suck my dick, and nigga gon' kill you in the
Man, look, I ain't about to do all that, hear me
See me in person, hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gon' see me, nigga
Just Made 19, I'm on my top, get out your top Nigga, just got the drop, I'm finna sit on
All my opps With it, bitch and I ain't talkin' bout Location
Every time we spin they set, nobody out, that Bitch be vacant
Bougie bitch got hella ass, I'm tryna see if she could take it
I'm a taker, I hop out and shoot shit up I'm sendin' Shit straight to they maker
Think I'm workin' for Cap One, bitch, I'm addicted To the paper
Sights on, don't need a laser Big stick came with a Switch, you try to run
Then I'ma chase ya Bitch, I feel like Mr. Baker, we Make niggas
Change route Ever since that storm cleared, I Never seen the same drought Since then, I had a Fed mouth
Let's get straight to the fed talk Won't talk too Much up in this song, that shit might bring the Feds out Young beedo cut his dreads off, we hit They
Block and speed out Bitch, don't come round here For a feature
We'll bite your head off I speak the truth up in my Music
Go ask my momma, she aprove it Since 13, I've Been a problem
Ain't got no mind, bitch, I'll lose it But bitch don't play me like I'm stupid
Ain't got time for lovin' bitches Reason one, don't F*ck with Cupid
I went to school with that lil' nigga His reputation Was a goofy
Lil' bitch don't make me flash out I'm still at heads Behind my potna
Bitch don't make me crash out Make me pull that Bag out
Big stick, I brought my mask out We spin, they block
With bookoo shots, them niggas almost passed out
Yeah, I hit they block, I'm tweakin' I can barley, go to f*ckin' sleep
Cause a nigga fightin' demons Sit behind that hard nigga
Can't see me, feel like I'm John Cena Young four, don't listen
But I don't be trippin' cause that's how I used to be
Don't be beggin' me why a nigga grindin' Cause I'm tryin' to eat
I told my momma that I'm a gangsta She said, that's fine with me
I got this stick sittin on my lap Nigga better not follow me
Jump out on a nigga block davo put that smack on him
Niggas, they ain't even cock I'll go on a drill with no shoes on
Just to show y'all I'm tweeking to smack some
Nigga tweakin' to add up a body count I den fell in love with them smackers
Tote a 4in up in baka , Duck bitch f*ckin' on the rat
Pound sign when you see the trap Only eat her pussy when it's waxed
Nigga turnin' up to the max Nigga still gettin' back for crack
CLX nigga in the act Caught my first body, I was happy
Big B turned me up with trappin' Blicked a nigga Down, he started dancin
If he say I'm pussy, he was cappin' I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin
I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin' Broad day, see the opps in traffic
Shoot the police if they in my mix That's what Happened when them pistols blasting
200s got me with some ratchets F*ck her good, Then I gotta pass it
Drop the window let that fully off I'm in traffic, Bashin' with them smackers
Bitch, G-Young and I got Davo with me,
Nigga know what the f*ck it is, man Nigga Smackin' shit
F*ck boy, yeah, yeah, nigga, get up with us
Yeah, suck my dick, and nigga gon' kill you in the
Man, look, I ain't about to do all that, hear me
See me in person, hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gon' see me, nigga
Writer: DAVID HALL
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