Testo SweetTooth - BONES, Lyson

SweetTooth

I ain’t throwing up no hood
Bitch I’m straight up out the woods
Stepping, wish you would
Had to smoke 'em like a wood
You get wrapped up, motherfuck backup
You get dropped before the shore
Only one reason, number one being
I ain’t ever trust your motive
Motor blowing, doja rolling
Please don’t tempt me another day
Watch 'em pour up, till they throw up
Crack up a smile all in they face
I stay gleaming, steady scheming
Heavy they focus on my bank
Grip the steamer, sugar beamer if they think this shit is sweet
I pull off like twisted metal
Heavy pedal to the floor
.38 it never change, it never ask, they’ll never know
Some hop out the van, whip out the cannon
And they let it scream
Me I like the dark, so I’m in your room
Watching you while you dream
Get your act together ('gether)
Get your act together ('gether)
Tippy toe, like when I’m creeping for the cheddar, cheddar
Get your act together ('gether)
Get your act together ('gether)
pimp, proficient in any weather (weather)