Testi Bryson Tiller - Towkio

Bryson Tiller

Yea it’s young towk trap phone plug talk truck\nLoads hunchos you play with my oodie you get upped on\nThey don’t get the picture less the gun drawn\nI been extra busy need some fun we left the sitchy to the club\nFuck wrong with em I don’t know they\nAss at all\nTook a half of perky of that 30 call it Pat Mahones\nKeep them bottles coming I ain’t drank a drop of alcohol\nMy girl got a girl I hit the crib it’s a triathlon\nThis shit like a magic show\nOutside got em lined up\nIf I say I got you know I’m rockin we for lifers\nWhen you put that work wipe it off with Sanitizer\nYea free my bros up out the can ain’t talkin Budweiser\nDon’t know no better with my dogs just like Cruella\nI keep it 1 over a hundred nothing lesser than\nWho next to us apply the pressure they ain’t measure up I\nOnly came in lot this bitch to change the temperature\nWoah serving fish scale out da fish bowl\nTen toes make this bitch crack wishbone\nBack then they didn’t want me mike Jones bitch gone I don’t feel her\nI feel lik bryson tiller how I tell a bitch… don’t\nFeel lik Bryson how I tell a bitch don’t\nI was lil homie now they counting on me big bro\nRoll a zone in a blunt look like an egg roll\nTell my girl where you goin bitch you signed to death row\nDon’t like to choose cause why cause you can have both\nFlew a freak in for The Weeknd had her singing XO\nStash the drugs in her coochie tell her keep her legs closed\nAnd she say she love me so much she say she can’t leave me alone\nIt’s on the floor this shit a PPPP loan\nNeed me now I do it on my own but fuck a co-sign\nAnd they trying kill me like Selena bidddy bomba\nPull up to the city with a thicky and we goin viral\nVisvim only person rocking slippers sitting court side\nDistrict for the judge decision free my bro he on trail\nFind me in the middle of the chi I be reporting live\nShouts to glo gang we shine we live the life they glorify. Woah\nWoah serving fish scale out da fish bowl\nTen toes make this bitch crack wishbone back\nThen they didn’t want me mike Jones bitch gone\nI don’t feel her I feel like Bryson Tiller\nHow I tell a bih… don’t\nFeel like Bryson how I tell a bitch don’t\nI was lil homie now they counting on me big bro\nRoll a zone in a blunt look like an egg roll\nTell my girl where you goin bitch you signed to death row