On Tilt Lyrics

Treat it like you caught a body dump it, fuck it

Ungrateful souls aint in my budget this beat is rugged

I grew up looking at these puppets and watch

Em love it

Stringless back move with a target not like a bucket

Know who selling packs if you need a rep-up

No? Then fuck it

Men in black tell them boys nothing, tel them

Boys nothing

Tea in the morning with a crumpet and a U.K Ting

Ya get me

She don't want no picknee, her figure keeping

Her busy

Play, watch where you coming push the button

Where you stay

Gon sound like bubble wrap he span the block

Came right back

Said I aint done with that

Bunch of dreads bunch of Tatts

Bunch of niggas bunch of rats

Ugh ugh where the sore at?

Ugh ugh where the sword at?

Pull it out get stabbed in back

Pull it out like Raatatttat

Ugh ugh where the Cors at?

That's light, ugh

She ugh, say she dike, ugh

But she aint holding hands with bitches at night

Ugh

I seen her with her mans, ugh

I've seen her OnlyFans ugh

I seen her in the drop top on St. Laurent with her friends