t.o.w. Lyrics

Yeah

Right

Right

Right

Yeah yeah

Mama still feel sum type of way yah yah

Since nana died I been smokin la la la

I been mixing shit with purple fanta

Bullets gon dance like samba

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I'm outta mind, i'm outta my sight

Gun on my side, I'm gonna drive

We fuckin it up once, we fuck it up twice

See in my eyes, got nuttin to hide

Last time a bitch wanted to fight

I gave her a ring under her eyes

Pull up to her crib it's rainin tonite

Huh she gonna die

Bitch u betta get out like Jojo

Runnin the track like a fuckin hobo

My gun like ho she blow like oboe

Bitch I'm a poet like Quasimodo

You got let me if u blue or rojo

Flippin' these bitches like fuckin yo-yo

I got the spice, Marco Polo

I'm a whole meal, arroz con pollo

Huh, the fuck you lookin at

I stay in street smoking my weed

Where all the hoochies at

She screamin my name like boogieman

Bitches been lying, where Cookie at

God is my witness no juryman

I got the cream like flurry man

Peeping the game I see they weak

They promo for weeks still go no hits

They doing it for views I'm doing for me

Labels been calling me for lotta weeks

I said fuck it I'm in but then I hung up

You offer me shit you in for the buzz

I said I'm more than a trend on social my man

My music ain't done for a new dance

Like 1 step 2

Tell me little brother whatchu wanna do

Like huh 3 step 4

What you think I rap for to push a fucking RAV4

Mama still feel sum type of way yah yah

Since nana died I been smokin la la la

I been mixing shit with purple agua

Tryin' to hit a leak and get the commas

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way

I been feeling some type of way

Some type of way