Tracy McGrady ft. AntiMerc Lyrics

(Who would have thought, Yeah)

(Who would have thought)

(Who would have thought, Yeah)

(Who would have thought, Yeah)

(I'm in this bitch and I'm sipping on Wock)

(I'm in this bitch and I'm passing the rock)

Step back to shoot it, I feel like Wardell

I eat an Addie, It increase my health

Metal Gear Solid, we pull up in stealth

Aint stepping on shit, Yea I know you gone tell

(Hop out a Wraith)

Yeah

Red Dead Redemptions, We out on a grudge

Cook in the kitchen, Then boot up on drugs

That molly nutritious, It live in my blood

Number One shooter like Tracy McGrady

I flick my wrist, Now I'm fucking your lady

Cold water extraction, Yea I swear I went crazy

Moving slow motion, The mud made me lazy

Mud made me lazy, I'm stuck to my seat

Did him like Lennon, Left dead in the street

Stay out of Cleveland, I'm keeping my heat

LeBron with the Lakers, they wasting my peak

LeBron with the Lakers, they wasting my Prime

Do it so often forget its a crime

Living like Magic, I passed him a dime

I popped the perky then learned how to rhyme

Shit just got shifty, I'm clutching my .nine

Just ran up fifty, I made it online

Plug man, he swifty, He made it on time

Count all the money it's green like a lime

Fucking this bitch and she bad

I really made it, Made riches from rags

Walk in this bitch, Better wave your flag

Weed got me spiking, Yea I'm living with lag

I up the scope then I dumped all the mag

I got these racks, I'm obnoxious, I brag

Trust in the process, We blow up like frag

Bitch yea she sucking, Yea bitch she gone gag

I just want out of this life

Move like I'm British, I walk with a knife

I fuck this bitch but she cannot be wife

Pull up in Tonkas, Yea pull up and drive

Need me a shiesty one, Bonnie and Clyde

Pull up and drill it, Yea pull up with fye

Sick on the perky, I just wanna cry

Ben Simmons, Scared to shoot, He not gone slide, yea

He tried to slide that lil' boy finna die

My bitches like bitches they be on that bi

I just wake up get geeky I be in the sky

I can't see you like Stevie lil' bitch I'm too high

I lost vison like yachty officially blind

How he hate and he broke that shit should be a crime

Lying for fun like Walter white

I just poed up a deuce in my ma'fucking sprite

Man these niggas be broke they just follow the hype

Pop me a perky I'm high as a kite

Real geeker bitch I really get geeked

Niggas on dick tell em' get off my meat

Nigga thought he was him little boy take a seat

Try be a gangsta you end up deceased

Up in Yodie land chiefing like Keef (Woah)

He want the smoke imma' pull up with heat

I don't need a blick imma' knock out his teeth

Pull up to his block, We gone walk up and creep

Lil' bro got a stick he gone hop out a Jeep

Lil' bro got a stick told him hop out and peep

Lil' bro got a scope with the Glock and a beam

He play with the gang now that boy on a Tee

Who is you Nigga not fucking with me

I got them rickies they all on my feet

This shit is getting too easy to me

He said that he bout it then we finna see

No I'm never lonely keep nina on me

I feel like I'm dying too high off the lean

I feel like I'm dying too high off perky

I need to chill live life slowly

Fuck it im finna boot up again

I just popped another perc ten

Couldn't even see my bro through my lens

I want new money, I don't want new friends

Lil' anti geeked up he'll never land

Lil' anti geeked up he in neverland

Been too damn geeked up with Peter Pan

When they see me start popping gone call me the man

Knew this shit was gone happen all part of the plan

Knew this shit was gone happen all part of the plan

Remember back then I was on them xans