ThisYaBoyTyrone - How to Eat a Beat Pt, 4

Cruising through the city
On a night drive
Getting high
Blowing big blunts while I'm flying by
Headed to my people
Said they need a couple ps
For this Evening
Boutta meet them now they got
Got my trap hitting like my tweeters
Off the meter
Off the richter
Weight just getting bigger
Got my phone chirping like a beeper
The bass is blowing
Out my speakers
Catching plays all night
They can hear me before I reach them
And if a nigga jump stupid he leave without a ceiling
That's how I'm feeling
A criminal individual
But I be chilling
Stacking this paper
Multiplying my dividends
While you listening
You don't know what you are witnessing
I be killing shit
Then don't speak about it
Can't get into it
It's limited
My congregation come with kill assists
Big squid
Swimming way below
With all the bigger fish
You can't ever catch me lacking cuz I'm built for this
Shoot it in reverse if I'm missing it
Your Hittas will get murked if they attempt a hit
Climb up on the roof where they living in
And drop a grenade off
Into they chimney slit
Blowing big smoke
So I be clearing shit
Hit my corners tight
I'm moving militant
Leave a nigga surprised like
Obama did bin laden them
You post a lot of guns
I Got a lot of them
But when we get to spitting ain't no stopping them
This Beat keep
Going hard
I'm going harder then
Remember riding Marta with my starter jacket
Now I'm pushing packs
Don't gotta order back
I just get it done
You make it sorta happen
I really be spitting
Y'all just sorta rapping
Gotta keep my distance
Tryna deport you bastards
I be jumpin' fresh
Just import the fabrics
The coupe just flew across the border
Tell my dealer order that one

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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