TOTB ft. Papi Ty Lyrics

Look

Aye

This ain't no demonstration

My heart in these lines

Chest is left vacant

These are the thoughts of the brainless

This shit is up, in ways, that I can not make and a

Lot of us feelin stuck but fuck, we fighting temptation

Rough in this world, no David

You foul and it's flagrant,

All of yo bullshit is part of your fragrance

It's makin me nauseous, shit is obnoxious, niggas still sprayin

Lysol to AK,

Run like I'm Tay-K

4.5 the forte

Forward to Porque

If we talkin bout change then I might part take

Lord knows that I fight shit I might not say

And if I lose my cool know y'all fools are not safe

Been awake for 6 days on this trip but it ain't the wrong way

Only way was the long way

Takin the Stairs when elevate don't operate,

Some of y'all just wait all day.

Dawg.

This ain't no demonstration

My heart in these lines

Chest is left vacant

These are the thoughts of the brainless

These are the thoughts of the brainless

These are the thoughts of the brainless

This shit is up

This shit is up

This shit is up

This shit is

This shit is

This shit is cracking, it's bracking, it's up

If it's up then it's stuck and I don't give a fuck

Ridin' in spaceships

I'm out here wit martians

I'm high as a bitch I be high as the fuck

You cannot sip out this drank lil nigga

It's muddy lil boy please don't ask what's in cups

Brodie just tossed me the oop on this beat

I just came thru the lane & I shitted, I dunked

These niggas be choosing these hoes over pape

I come from the city, gorillas & apes

We tested his watch, we had knew it was fake

You smoking on grass these lil niggas snakes

I'm doing this shit and getting better & better

My pockets real sticky

They full of that cheddar

Oh that's yo bitch? You better come get her

Bitch I'm the King but you ain't Coretta

Scott king

Into my bag but most niggas fillin up stockings

Stock going up streets playin tough, but who really out here can stop things?

Bodies droppin, shots poppin over road rage, setups 'n' plotting

I can't let my damn line bling?

Like what the fuck is really up king?

Ima Fien

If I want it you know I gotta get it by any means

You Niggas more common than SRT's

Still movin the ball even with the lead

You feel me?

Music the only one might know the real me

Flow is bananas I keep it appealing

Know where I started put mirrors on ceilings

Thoughts of the Brainless

It's Kell. of CPE