Mr. Tongue Twister II Lyrics

Damn, dame, you tweakin' on the beat

Should I hit her up, or make a song, I'm indecisive

Ima hit the Bible today, I'm sanctifying

I'm so lost inside this music, bitch, I'm really hard to find

Looking for my itch, I type it into my device

Little buddy doesn't come out, we gon' find him in the night

Catch him with his pants down, trying to lay the pipe

It's a ugly little chick, she be looking like a guy

We gon' have to beat em both, it's only right, it's equal rights

It's Mr. Tongue Twister, I make your girl watch

She shouting from the bleachers, she a fan and she a bop

I know you're getting mad, cause we're really bout to pop

But shawty on your side, but to me, she saying she not

Huh, Mrs. Tongue Twister, stay where you're at

I've been tryna figure out how to set you in the past

The future seems brighter ever since you cleared the path

I been tryna keep it cool, but they wanna feel my wrath

Let it burn, let it burn, I'm a pyromaniac

The firefighters come and cool me down on this track

They put the fire out, but the spark made it back

Ignite the whole city every time I show the stash

I been workin, workin, workin, mainly bustin' ass

They all stream my music, bitch, I feel like Kai Cenat

In a room full of gas, bitch, I'm bouta strike the match

And once I grab the mic, I'm bouta crack the cognac

Super intuition, gotta activate the poet

They sleepin' on the music, throw away the melatonin

They ask me where I been, and it makes me feel heroic

Life been up and down, shit's been really roller coasting

I'ma open up the wallet, put the bread inside the toaster

Cotton on my tee, Denim Tears up on the shoulder

The beat hit different when you six months sober

I swear I turned a pebble to a big ass boulder

It's Mr. Tongue Twister, I make your girl watch

She shouting from the bleachers, she a fan and she a bop

I know you're gettin' mad, cause we're really bouta pop

But shawty on your side, but to me, she saying she not

Huh, Mrs. Tongue Twister, stay where you're at

I been tryna figure out how to set you in the past

The future seems brighter ever since you cleared the path

I been tryna keep it cool, but they wanna feel my wrath

This whole damn world is an act, I'm the star

B.D.B. doesn't mean that I Break Down Bars

I'll never share guap with these Broke, Dirty Blondes

And there's never been a fee that the Bank Didn't Block

This is shut down, go and spin them tires

Keep on burning rubber till that shit is showing wires

Tell her that you love her cause we all slowly dying

And I remember copping grams just to blow a little pine

Mr. Money Getter, Mr. Tongue Twister

Mr. Bun flipper, getting bread, no reconsiders

Mr. Fuck Switching, Mr. See The Vision

Mr. Multi-Hits, all I need is recognition

Come and live the fantasy, we gon' Rob Dyrdek

Standing on the stage, we gon' need a soundcheck

Bust a move to Cali overnight, a roundtrip

Two years later and I'm dressed in Gall. Dept

Every time I'm going right, why the fuck you still left?

He talking hella crazy for a dude who fears death

Better up my chances so my future can progress

But my only competition is my fucking silhouette

It's Mr. Tongue Twister, I make your girl watch

She shouting from the bleachers, she a fan and she a bop

I know you're gettin' mad, cause we're really bouta pop

But shawty on your side, but to me, she saying she not

Huh, Mrs. Tongue Twister, stay where you're at

I been tryna figure out how to set you in the past

The future seems brighter ever since you cleared the path

I been tryna keep it cool, but they wanna feel my wrath