Tino Tech Boi Lyrics

Ima sad little boy

You could see it in my eyes

Baby I don't play with toys

But I got sticks on my side

Light you like a torch

Yeah, I come up with that fire

Tino Tech Boy

Repping 469

Hit me on the phone baby

I don't waste no time

First I get the money

Then I worry what's behind

She might be the one

But that's not what be on my mind

You could show me love

But am I payed when I go slide?

I love yo ass too

Don't get it twisted

I'm a pimp who rides or dies

They be acting funny

I don't get the punchlines

Some days I be trill

Then some days I see the rain

These bills don't pay themselves

I need advances on my pay

Fuck, I gotta lie

I'm tryna tell you what is real

They turn the other cheek

Once they see you downhill

I thought that we be together

But you turned on me like wheels

Nothing last forever

I swear you stung me like a eel

I'm still getting dollars

While you move on like I wasn't even here

I guess you said it really clear

Smoke one, light the trees

Feels like Christmas early

Through this breeze

I'm not your local jokester

I'm chasing cheese

Rico got that toaster

I popped out anytime

Ding ding

I'm in the ring

With the world on my side

I'm never gone led up

That's a feminist thing

Never no quitter

Never gone give up

Flashing with all of these chains

I feel like I'm on one

Dancing with all of these hos

Singing along

Just like La Bamba

Dancing with all of these hos

Singing along

Just like La Bamba