Tussin Lyrics

If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank, I beg you don't panic

The story be tragic I back out my suttin' I push it in

'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing, say Harlem Spartans' some rappers

Harlem Spartans' out there marching, back out the 'tings on faggots

If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank, I beg you don't panic

The story be tragic I back out my suttin' I push it in

'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing, say Harlem Spartans' some rappers

Harlem Spartans' out there marching, back out the 'tings on faggots

Mackin' on these bitches, mane

I pop four percs to keep me sane

Still staring at mistakes a waste

Go splash some water on my face

Watchu fucking heard?

These fuckboy's getting on my nerves

I make a sucker bite the curb

If you not careful with your words

You better watch me close, fuck you hoe

Watchu know, ain't nothing hoe

All these fuckers stalk my instagram and they can't even rap

Ain't no cap I'm preaching that

Smoke 20 cigs up in the lac

My trigger finger flicking ash

Stay fiending for the fuckin' mac, fuck a gat

If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank, I beg you don't panic

The story be tragic I back out my suttin' I push it in

'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing, say Harlem Spartans' some rappers

Harlem Spartans' out there marching, back out the 'tings on faggots

Drugging, ducking, sippin' tussin

Get this AK fucking bussin

Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it, fuck it

Hunnid meds up in my stomach

Masked up creeping for that funding

Mixing dope in with the Crack, I'll turn your hood into Iraq

You said that it's on sight but it ain't me who gone die, fuck that

Truth is, feel like Gucci, not single y'all gone shoot me

Rap like Ruby, your bitch a groupie

Acting like y'all never knew me

Itching off that fucking Fenty, fuck your plug bitch I got plenty

If a man's got his shank and you've got your shank, I beg you don't panic

The story be tragic I back out my suttin' I push it in

'Dey say Harlem Spartans' on nothing, say Harlem Spartans' some rappers

Harlem Spartans' out there marching, back out the 'tings on faggots

Kennington where it started like

Kennington where my heart is

See the opposition get starving like, My G, TG, ay' bark it

Right step when I'm marching

Dip-dip Prince have him dancing

I beg you pardon? SA or Sav get out there and clart him