Tigo - City Boyy & Tmk

Sorry I'm vivid I ain't into giving descriptions I don't know I don't not recall Officer say why they call it a roach I say where I grew up that's just what the shit called I don't know synonyms or definitions When I do dirt I don't need recognition Let em think some other nigga done did it Walk off the scene like I'm minding my business I hit the trap at a point in my life That's when I knew that these niggas be fibbing Cause when you doing some shit that's illegal It's stupid to rap about shit that you living I had paranoia living in them halls Prayer that twelve never step to the kitchen K got the strap on him I got the sack on me this forever gone be how i'm living Til I get out I don't know Til I get out I don't know know know What it's gone take What it's gone take When shit fucked up shit fucked up And what the fuck you got is what you gotta make Til I get out I don't know Til I get out I don't know know know What it's gone take What it's gone take When shit fucked up shit fucked up And what the fuck you got is what you gotta make I dream of living like ballers in Autumn Autonomously is my powers like God And I came to the spot No skillet and pot I got my brain from my father Shawty want me as in a three Too bad for them Its only one me What I can do Call up the crew We knock em down like muthafuckin tree we do it Like I'm a lumberjack I bust her down in plaid And give her a platform to speak all trues like Vlad A young nigga mad I made it up out of the Mac I ain't going back I ain't going back Til I get out I don't know Til I get out I don't know know know What it's gone take What it's gone take When shit fucked up shit fucked up And what the fuck you got is what you gotta make

Serving that white my plug is a migo Getting that work from my nigga Tigo Don't play with lil rondo that glock go where he go He good with that shot like Dev from the free throw Don't play with Lil rondo he stay with that gun Sipping on mud Cant fuck with that rum Was Playing with legos now I'm flipping bricks Dressed in all black prepared for the lick Ice on my neck got me feeling sick Ice on my neck, your bitch wanna ski She swallow a dick for a half a g She call me ice cream Cuz she love licking me Lost my heart while stuck by that store Fighting the devil so I pour a four Your bitch wanna fuck to go check the score Fucking her throat she say that it's sore Got gas from jamaica and coke of the boat Smoking on scooby it's making me choke Fuck all the opps they don't want no smoke Fuck all the opps they don't want no smoke Went from jugging the fiends to jugging the plug I'm wiping my nose I feel like young thug Mason margielas they fitting me snug Don't talk on the phone I'm thinking I'm bugged Gripping a pump and it's shootn out slugs Ain't showing no love that shit get you killed You fuckn with pigs I know that you squeeled Think you an orange yo top getting peeled Serving that white my plug is a migo Getting that work from my nigga Tigo Don't play wit lul rondo that glock go where he go He good wit that shot like Dev from the free throw 2 guns on me, Yosemite Sam All bout my green Like green eggs and ham Remember them nights We was munching on spam 2012 in Bayonne We was throwing up FAM My name holding clout Now bitches show love This Coke pure as a fuck This shit white as a dove Bitch in the kitchen In a mask and some gloves Cant stoop to your level Im too high above I'm back in the game Gotta tax for this pack Your boyfriend selling mid My gang serving crack My gang serving Pills My gang Serving Wax Dont try nothing funny We all got a strap Call me lul rondo I stay with a nine Face shots to an opp Put four in his mind Gonna cripple an opp Put four in his spine Drilling the opps Teddy bears on a shrine Spraying a blick Like hoes spray perfume Feeling like pappy Got guns off of doom Sounding like cannons These bitches go boom Shoot him and his bitch And that kid in her womb Fucking opp thots Take them to the room All of this dick She tryna consume Fuck her and leave I cant be no groom She good wit her throat She suck like vacuum Serving that white my plug is a migo Getting that work from my nigga Tigo Don't play wit lul rondo that glock go where he go He good wit that shot like Dev from the free throw

Yeah Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (skrrt) Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (I set trends) Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh Baguette Richard Mille, yeah, sick, uh, ill, yeah Bitch, I ball for real, yeah, for real, I got skills, yeah Mill after mill, bitch, I'm ill, that's for real, yeah This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel, uh Nigga, fuck your deal, I made your deal in a year, uh Cold-hearted for real, all this ice over here, yeah McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus, grab the wheel Ain't no skeleton in my closet, it's up on my arm, you dig? Uh I don't fuck with rats or snakes, nickles or pigs, uh Nigga, I got straps on straps, nigga you dig? Uh And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga, you dig? Uh (yeah) And them nothin' but facts on facts, nigga, you dig? (Yeah) Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah I was born to win ever since the beginning, yeah I was makin' money I wasn't tryin' to make no friends, yeah Self-made lil' nigga, yeah, I had to get it in, uh Mama was locked up and Granny really didn't have shit, nah Me and pops didn't get along, but rest in peace to him, yeah I ain't have no father figure, nigga, I had figures, yeah I'm a King Leo, nigga, might name my son Simba, uh I remember makin' wishes, now everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah Uh (yeah), big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (skrrt) Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (yeah, I did that) Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh (yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Generations, you hear them crack beneath The souls of your shoes they can't help from jumpin' in At first you're fallin', you never felt so free Until we let go then it's nothing intimate Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Unexpected responsibility Of building a roof right over your lover's head But if there's no means of making my family eat Then I'll find me a place where Where I can rule my feet Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy A foundation is a salvation A foundation is a salvation Our foundation (Our foundation) Is our salvation Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling (Our foundation) Is our salvation (Is our salvation) Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling (Our foundation) Is our salvation (Is our salvation) Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling Our foundation is our salvation Our salvation could be within arms reach Our foundation is a salvation Our salvation could be within arm's reach A foundation is a salvation Our salvation be within arm's reach Our salvation could be within arm's reach Our salvation could be within arm's reach