Tyson Lyrics

(Uh yea) I ain't worried bout it, bitch I keep a 30 bout it

(Hahahahaha)

(Yea)

Knock the pussy out like I'm Tyson

Make a bitch sing like she Bryson

She gone suck it up like Dyson

And she finna do it til the night's done

Knock the pussy out like I'm Tyson

Make a bitch sing like she Bryson

She gone suck it up like Dyson

And she finna do it til the night's done

(Aye)

She gone bend it over got a nice one

Broski call me up like, got a nice drum

Stickin to the code always mando

All blacked out R4W go commando

Said he getting money, but

Where his bands doe

Said he want some smoke,

Where his strap

Where his hands 4?

She gone fuck me right up in the back

She do her thing

I'm like damn hoe

Knock the pussy out like I'm Tyson

Make a bitch sing like she Bryson

She gone suck it up like Dyson

And she finna do it til the night's done

Knock the pussy out like I'm Tyson

Make a bitch sing like she Bryson

She gone suck it up like Dyson

And she finna do it til the night's done

Really had that Glocky I was walkin to school

R4W we wit this shit so bitch keep ya cool

She just sucked me up I gotta clean up the drool

Serving all these Bo's I'm wit Imodeldrew

Ty & Manny posted in the trap they bouta come thru

Bitch I'm bouta kick shit with this chopstick like its kung-fu

(Aye)

Hit em wit that 1 2, show em what that gun do