T.Y.S.U Lyrics

This out to my partner and nem,uhh

Boy throw you sets up

Throw your sets up

throw your sets up,mhm

Throw your sets up

Uh-Huh

yeah

throw your sets up

uh-huh (yeah)

Throw your sets up

uh-huh

Throw your motherfuckin' sets up

Nigga you know we next up

Eighth up in my damn cup

Keep on going,it ain't enough (Aye)

Niggas think I'm really tough

Run your mouth you get slumped

A hunnid I get them big bucks

Ride downtown in a slam truck

Get that bread get that guala

Man that's what I like to do

Diamonds on me freezing

Might just make me catch the flu

By the time I wake up tomorrow

That check gon' come on through

Don't travel by myself

I be sticking with my crew

In that Vette go vroom

Count that cheese it's blue

Spent some time with them dogs

My crib like a zoo

Bitch who you talking to

Got my rent that shit past due

Did ten songs within a week

And I ain't left to stu

I'm not playing with y'all niggas

So why you fucking with me

Think my bitch fucking hate me

That's why I leave her be

Off 4 blunts and now I'm geek

I can't even speak

Make one phone call to them peeps

I get it within a week (Aye)

Get out my face cause you a lost cause

I been living up cause I ain't got no flaws (WHAT?!)

Keep on adding up because my money long

In a Bentley truck bitch I'm sitting tall(AH HAA)

She dressing up like she in Vogue

Get that bag spend some more

Your single it ain't hit the stores

Woah Marco gone take ya hoe

I gave her back cause she ain't meant for me

Told her sorry that shit wasn't meant to be

Carti lenses tinted I can't even see

And I'm zooming in a hawk can't catch me

And I'm way at the top I'm the best me

And I bet we can race like a track meet

I'ma go play this nigga like a type beat

Talk about bare minimum I need three

Boy throw your sets up (He need three)

Throw your sets up (Ion Know)

Throw your sets up,mhm

(Three cars three clothes Three hoes)

Throw your sets up

Uh huh(Word)

Throw your sets up

Uh huh

(Why you talkin shit,it's,muh fuckin,Woah Marco bitch,cmon)

Throw your motherfucking sets up

Nigga you know we next up

Eighth up in my damn cup

Keep on going,it ain't enough

Niggas think I'm really tough

Run your mouth you get slumped

A hunnid I get them big bucks

Ride downtown in a slam truck