Tetris ft. Stakes, callmevince, Trip C, 724x & Denver Lyrics

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes

While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace

I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris

Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this

The guap's the focus

I see posers, hopeless

Hold up, let me pour some lean in my cream soda

The bitches all fall down ring a ring of roses

I did it no witness, no Jehovah

Clock start ticking we don't got time

Stephen King, in control of the plotline

Ain't no ringer on my phone, going dolo

If you got a problem, just call up the hotline

Thumb flickering, come in the club kickin it

Rolling my blunts, licking em

What's in your cup, fine wine

Don't trip, me and homies is so trill

I'ma bag it with no deal

While I'm sagging, got no belt on

Bitch took it, I'm down in her neck

Looking for bountiful sex

Swerving the corner, I'm in her shorts on a mountain of checks

Got a disorder, I floor it then I move onto the next

Losing focus, right after I wrote this I bought her new breasts

I'm just playing, got a mink though

Put her on knees, she repay me with a deepthroat

Yeah I got her pleased, we replay it

Make a tape with our highlights

Sound like this shit should be the theme song

Come through faded, Ghost always crazy

Scared of who made me, turn so x-rated

Calling me papi, feel like Darth Vader

Dressed in all black, the wack ones get killed

It's a funeral every time I roll up in the club

Every time I roll up, roll up a whole dub

Rolexes on arms, your wrists turn to snubs

Cause we cut that shit so quick, so quick

I'm the boogieman, bitch, six six six six

And your baby coming through to the crib crib crib

Cause she know we always make that kitty drip, drip

Told you once told you twice

You run that lip then we leaving you in rice and you broken

Ain't nothing nice round here so stop hoping

Catcher in the Rye, I feel like I'm Holden

Pop you in the eye, you dying so slowly

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes

While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace

I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris

Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this

Whip that, pitch that

Then you better flip that

Hoe, this the get down

Bitch you better get back

Say you in the streets with the nine

That's a big cap

In reality you dilly dally like a big cat

Pussy

Put a bullet straight through your head like boogie

You can see me straddling the edge, don't push me

Know you gotta crack a couple eggs for the gushy

Fiends on the meds till their brain get mushy

I'm ruining the neighborhood

Take a pack, make a stack same day, what's good

Work a nine to five, tell me why the fuck I should

Bitch I'm getting fast money while I slang that wood

And I'm back in the streets with another one

I just only wish my brother had another gun

Took a shot to the head, he was sixteen

So I had to shout him out on the sixteen

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes

While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace

I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris

Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this

I'm so gnarly, she ride me like a Harley

These hoes like the way I make 'em laugh, Chris Farley

I smoke a lot of ghetty green, this ain't no parsley

I'm pouring out this Cristal, bitch get off me

Often coughing what they put inside the Newports

Move or I'ma pop you with the blick that's in the Jansport

Man this thirty-eight'll have you in remedial classes

I'm deleting you bastards til I'm in Calabasas

Not too good at kiss assing, oops I mean ass kissing

Young D an assassin, pull the blade now you missing

Yeah I'm back to just spazzing, wiling out and shit

I don't eat ass and grits, strictly pussy that's it

You just a rookie that's pissed, I hock a loogie on your bitch

What she doing in the club if she ain't trying to show some tits

Try to tell me that I'm dumb, spent a dub on my wrist

Said what's the point of having a watch that don't even tick

Bitch I'm from the Sip but I'll drop you off in Memphis

Where the muthafuckin' killers stay, there ain't no arguing with them

When I pull up let the chopper spray, your soul will be suspended

Slap my dick up in that pole and then your bitch get to stripping

Oh you say you merked me then let's see a body

Most these rapping muthafuckas can't handle seeing bodies

I been stacking guala, now I got me a Fendi problem

Pussy boy try to step to me, I'm sending fifty problems

Rambling man, back again, strapped with the daringer

Pre-order your ambulance, young deranged character

Fucking off this cash advance, come up on the banister

Already the rapper but I'm tryna be the chancellor

Most of y'all sleep napping, I'm writing by candlelight

Get up out the streets rapping, tryna get my banter right

She up in the sheets cramping, cause we fucking every night

Sounds like I'm bragging but my penmanship is tight

Cock strong muthafucka with a need for parmesan

With some charms up on my arm, yeah you know my money long

Smoking dope like Cheech and Chong, what the fuck I'm really on

Know these rappers just wannabes, yeah they really be my clones

Yeah the tape is triple H, way better than triple X

And my diamonds VVS, you better just watch your step

Cause we coming for your bread and taking everything that's left

We the hippest of the heads and we hopping down on your neck

Bitch