Tyreek Hill Lyrics

Stop that fronting

You ain't getting no money

I was down n out

Ima make it out someday

Yeah I pay to god

Don't go to church on Sunday

Sending out mail

Caught it Tyreek Hill

I was down bad

Had to flex up

Had to show em my skill

Won championship ring I ain't worried bout bills

I ain't going back broke

I been down that road

I ain't going back broke

Put that on my soul

I just went down town

For the permit on a pole

Most you niggas so lame I be hanging wit bows

Yeah

Prices soo good

If ion know you it's a dub

Way a nigga moving shit woulda thought I was a plug

Way a nigga making plays woulda thought I was a cook

48 laws I been reading my books

They don't think a nigga smart they just think I got looks

I got way too many hits I be laying down hooks

I been all the way down

I've nothing to say now

I'm too deep in my feelings

My mamma she need me

My whole family don't see me

I need money believe it

You just trying to be me

You don't see that I'm bleeding

I'm just trying to be something

Stop that fronting

You ain't getting no money

I was down n out

Ima make it out someday

Yeah I pay to god

Don't go to church on Sunday

Sending out mail

Caught it Tyreek Hill

I was down bad

Had to flex up

Had to show em my skill

Won championship ring I ain't worried bout bills

I ain't going back broke

I been down that road

Got big body coupe

Manifested a rolls

Gotta 2 dow coupe I been blowing that strong

We don't need to friends

If we don't get along

I been venting

N preaching in all of these songs

I don't want nothing fake

Keep it real for once

I don't want have to leave but ill leave if you want

No a nigga can't sleep

Til I get what I want

I'm to real for you

I can't be keeping a front

In too deep in the game

Bout to roll up a blunt

Stick on jack

I'ma pull up up n (boom!)

Hope you niggas not sleep cuz you niggas not running

Got a piece

For protection

I'm watching my ass

If you niggas start plotting ain't getting a pass

I'm to hot to for the game

I got out n I mashed

On the gas

Skirting off

You can come check this dash

I just speaking my truth You don't even have to ask

Got my foot in da dow bout to come show my ass

Stop that fronting

You ain't getting no money

I was down n out

Ima make it out someday

Yeah I pay to god

Don't go to church on Sunday

Sending out mail

Caught it Tyreek Hill

I was down bad

Had to flex up

Had to show em my skill

Won championship ring I ain't worried bout bills

I ain't going back broke

I been down that road

Stop that fronting

You ain't getting no money

I was down n out

Ima make it out someday

Yeah I pay to god

Don't go to church on Sunday

Sending out mail

Caught it Tyreek Hill

I was down bad

Had to flex up

Had to show em my skills

Won championship ring I ain't worried bout bills

I ain't going back broke

I been down that road

Got big body coupe

Manifested a rolls

Gotta 2 dow coupe I been blowing that strong