If we bein honest (Prod. TC) ft. TC Lyrics

When I get home yeah I smoke a fucking blunt

Because all these bitches roaches get me soft like a lil bunt

Insomniak like Mac I just can't fucking sleep

I'm on all these fucking drugs so I hope I don't OD

My choppa fucking sang ljke bow bow

I seen ya bitch and I hit her in the fuckin pow wow, oh

She just wanna fuck tired of being on her knees

Told her stop bein impatient before I make you leave

Yea

I said the door right there

I'm tryna roll a blunt like I don't even care like

Ugh!

She said her man's want her home

He won't stop callin and that mother fucker cryin on the phone

Like WA WA WA

I don't want her no more

I took her to his house just to see that lil boy

And I said (and I said)

Before you make a sound show me the stash

I see you got some yeezys so I know you got the bag

I'm gonna make a movie w this clip if I get mad

Show me where the vault is cus I know you got the fucking stash

I wont leave a clue cus when I dip I do the fucking dash

And this shit ain't nothing I just got bored if you ask

Still the

Calmest in the room if I'm really being honest

Come off like I'm modest but I know that I'm the fucking hottest

Old apples yall be rotten, plotting on my fucking coffin but

Tomorrow just ain't promised you could be a soul but heartless

These people make me wanna vomit, feeling cold just like a comet

Leave a modest comment sayin that I'm not popping

Fondest of the music shit but I know that I'm the oddest

White boy playin golf but really it's beyond it

Mmm!

But nah I ain't done yet

When I show yo bitch my gold I know I make that bitch wet

Doin everything I say

Just like you are my pet

Don't be slipping up or you'll be takin to the fucking vet

Ain't nun happen yet, don't trip, don't fret

If you try something on me that's something you'll regret

People talking shit they tryna start a fight

Say oh he cant do shit because that fuckboy white

I say meet me on the court at 8 o clock tonight

See me stunting like aw shit!

And taking a fucking flight

These dudes fuckin bitch made

So I get they shit straight

Punched a fuckin dude right in his fucking face

Say you wanna fight but when I come you runaway

Remember I ain't got no bands but you all on my page

You say that you gon pop me in my mother fucking face

But I'm still walking round untouched cus you afraid to spray

So

Embrace the way I kick you in the face like some bass

Hospital in a brace

Tie my shoelace off the lamppost (post post)

Now you crying in yo mamas face

You a disgrace looking like Rambo Rambo

Still the

Calmest in the room if I'm really being honest

Come off like I'm modest but I know that I'm the fucking hottest

Old apples yall be rotten, plotting on my fucking coffin but

Tomorrow just ain't promised you could be a soul but heartless

These people make me wanna vomit, feeling cold just like a comet

Leave a modest comment sayin that I'm not popping

Fondest of the music shit but I know that I'm the oddest

White boy playin golf but really it's beyond it

Yea yea yea

Really it's beyond that

Yea yea yea

Really it's beyond that

I'm on