Tempo Pushers ft. NotWayne Lyrics

E-Energy made this one

What up, Energy, nigga

Alright

Let's get to it, nigga

Wayne on this, bitch, too

Nodding off, trying to

shoot the tech, I need to keep focused

Spoke on not guys, I'll politely bust his head open

I had a pistol, now I got a scrap, I guess the Glock bulking

Yeah, bitch, I nutted, it don't matter, why you stop stroking

GTR going hella fast, fuck your scat packie

Got a white fien, when he hit it, he say it's too ratty

Moose drop the work, then he flip it like a Krabby Patty

Only glass pipes when we sip, you could keep the plastic

You could play the four, I play the five, cause my rolex is bigger

Ain't no 2-3 on my back, but , you see I'm the chosen nigga

Bite a nigga, dance on em, turnt his ass to Holyfield

Sub-zero, zero, chill, Scorpion, get over here

Yeah, that's the fucking tempo, trying to write this song

But this hoe clogging up my mental

Rolled Another trunts but i'm higher than yo momma rent tho

Yeah, I'm talking shit, but you ain't good enough to fuck with this tho

Granny ran off with the, hold on

Granny ran off with the pint, I got the moving fast

Wayne, that bitch kinda ugly with a decent ass

Wayne, look before you shoot the ball to make a decent pass

Aight, yeah, he play the 2 different

Fien shoot good off the white, he'll kill two niggas

Bitch pussy loose as fuck, I stuck my boot in it

Dummy, you can't trade that wok for green, it's a price difference

Huh, aight, it's just the price higher

Bitch, this a fucking scat pack, you see the carbon fiber

I just killed a niggas cheating, he gon' die a liar

Not guys, WE biggest shit talkers

Just a quick reminder

This ain't a quick reminder, Toad moves past the hella fast cause he had Dimer

No, this ain't mud grip, nigga, these is regular tires

Yeah, this ain't no fair one

Told KEB , if I start losing, better Air one

And I ain't talking Jordan, the way you mason faded

You'll think his nickname jordan

Told nookie shoot the fat, nigga

, he's a easy target

Damn, this beat got hella hard

KEB , please

man, Wayne got no bars

No, I'm not helping you, Wayne

Fuck, nigga,

IM BOUT DROVE THAN A BIH

Aight, come on, Wayne, man, you talking sassy

Fucked a bitch, then I fucked a friend

Got her feeling nasty

Brodie , Granny got a pint of woc , I told them drop the addy

I told a bitch I got two mamas, I don't like my daddy

My bitch mama ran through, she got six sisters

Fuck, I was finna slap my bitch, but I damn missed her

Heard shawty suck buku dick, so I would not kiss her

That bitch suck my whole dick on soft, so I would not diss her

Dead people in my pocket, why it smell nasty?

Went on ten dates before I fucked, cause the bitch classy

I'm buying whole bricks, your broke ass probably buying baggies

I'm finna shit all on these niggas , I need six pampers

Speeding fast in the trackie , didn't commit a crime

My old bitch used to be a nickel, now I got a dime

Remember Yall used to laugh, saying I couldn't rhyme

Now y'all boys asking for a feature, that's a waste of time

The police put me in that room, couldn't tell the time

Let a niggas try to touch my girl, I might commit a crime

Yea

Wha

They Hate Keb

Me and Wayne Ran This Bitch Nigga