GETSUGA TENSHO Lyrics

Yo

Okay

Check me out

Yeah

Who am I?

I could be the nigga that you let peek at your truest side

Hanging chains on double crosses, you do it you crucified

Take these yute to Paradis and have them niggas euthanized

Bitches wanna double back, I have em running suicides

But never back and forth

Caught fire, they passed the torch

I could never trip off of yall that shit ain't even last resort

I don't ever trip the way I chain smoke it like passing ports

This not what you asking for

It's ass tippers, no glass slippers for Cinderella

The ash trickle, these hoes is on that white like Othello

Don't gotta use it baby move it, you'd be my Griselda

That's the type shit I tell her

Yeah got it out the mud from down below

Started from the bottom only got one way to go

Weighed down by my problems, they been tugging at my soul

Tryna scrape these dollars, give a fuck about a hoe

Meet the barrel for the smoke

Benji's bust the Louis like a nigga movin dope

Tell the judge I use it, I don't move or make it float

I hate when she too vocal but love when she use her throat

Flipping this bitch in a crisis

Knots on me thicker than Isis

Pocket change shit like a stipend

When I needed it was silence

Pocket watching all my finance

All I need to be the finest

'Felt' on my fitted I'm stylin yeah

'Felt' on my fitted

100 up front if you gone Metacritic

Not on the roster but talkin a ticket

Trickin ain't dead girl don't question my pimpin

Break down my bud that this shit here been nipped in

She know the tea, let it slip like it's Lipton

That bitch right there on my list like it's Christmas

Blood on the leaves, I been bleeding in Christian's

And that's okay

Watch them bitches in the streets they like to go both ways

Got a hand full of bands, rockin out, Cold Play

Shorty knew I was the One by smelling the Dolce