TIKI TAKA Lyrics

And my gateway drug to rap is a Bad bitch, my section a bad flip

I rap to get rich, get rich and get back flip a- white hoes, white guy with the white

Hoes like those, and my shoes on bright though

Tank top moving with a tazer

I remember cutting school kids with the paper

Get me lit, bad bitch, pour a 40 on my wrist

Hot shit, we been moving so different, since six

Type shit, we be on, defeat the purpose of y'all, y'all talk

We on, yeah he talked, now he gone

I'm back with the rap that you never even wanted to hear

Consume all the cap while I rap in your ear It's complicated when I step up on the stage

With a beer Last city we owned, why'd you think that we're here

Back it up, back it up, big mouth, pack him up

I can hear him talk a long way, but he's lackin' now

He don't want to go the hard way, he ain't catching up

I'm about to go the hard way, so he ain't catching up

Fuck everybody that's been talking that shit

I'ma make sure all y'all jaws get split, bitch