Tiramisu Lyrics

Smoking et pack just tryna phone home

My shooter not mentally well he lost some chromosomes

Growing up I had good teachers shout out Mr Sloan

Play with us you end up missing just like Nia Long

He mad cause his girl love me she play all of my songs

The work came out hot I had to use some tongs

We smoking 3.5's to the face man fuck a bong

Not going back and forth I don't play ping pong

The plug text in foreign he live in Hong Kong

The X got him moon walking like Neil Armstrong

Treat the Glock like Kevin Hart and make it ride along

I clicked on him on site like I was browsing chrome

Go head and turn this shit up this your bitch favorite song

Bro den lost his mind he don't whats right or wrong

Ight let's switch up the syllables

They caught em out lackin he drenched in blood now it's a ritual

Diss me in a song I ain't gon spazz I'm not gon mention you

Just know if some crazy shit pop off it's really meant for you

8 racks stuffed in my left pocket I might just get some shoes

Usually I don't pass my weed today I'm feeling cool

Not inna rap game yet I'm tryna wiggle through

You losers wake up everyday like what would Krillin do?

1500 on my belt buckle the shirt just from rhude

Don't try to hide behind yo mans cause we'll get em too

Ran through 10 my spending habits pitiful

My old bitch kept me grounded cause she was spiritual

Make some millions off the music it'll be a miracle

The 3.5 buds sticky the strain Tiramisu

Shit