MT Ty - HARRIET TUBMAN 20'S

Snakes in the grass
Yea (come on)
Slimey music (come on)
Yea
I heard it was snakes in the grass I had to mow it, yea
Only time I’m moving for baggage, boy you know it, yea (you know it)
Everytime a PT cross my face we gotta po’ it yea (gotta pour it)
Niggas so down bad, they piss poor up in the soil, yea (piss poor)
Niggas tryna’ put these locks on bitches, but they goin’ yea (Go)
Thumbin’ thru that paper so unique my finger form, yea
Put up 50 thousand before the calm storm
You can change yo life, you take a trip you tryna’ Find Dory (yeaaa)
My young dawg in the field, he poppin’ niggas just like Pop Warner (pop)
Push to start the Bentley, I hop up in it and it’s a Flying Spur (flying spurrr)
Boss ass nigga, I’ll pay a bitch a check for her to take off work (I do)
Fashionista I’m bout’ to go put double C’s all on her skirt (you like Chanel)
Nigga done bought his first pair Amiri jeans, so now he think he turnt (the fuck)
Heard they paying 50 a bean, I got a 1,000 that’s a Kelly BIRK (wowwwww)
Niggas jeff he lyin’ his run dead, he need to go buy a hearse (dead as hell)
I’m threading’ the needle, the odds so fuckin’ small I jump through a Cheerio (yeaaaa)
You follow instructions, this bitch gone chop down wood, the chop got cherry oak (fa fa fa)
It’s on the flo’ I’ll ohh kill em’ bout them racks just like lil Terio (ohhh kill em’)
Brody got them scoops of ice cream, but it ain’t dairy tho (it ain’t dairy tho)
Nigga I gotta go get my ice clean, I’m bout to hit Giorgio (I gotta go hit Conti)
Lil bitch need to go mind she own business, it’s not in my styrofoam
Tryna’ find a plug, I’ll book me one-way ticket out there to Monaco (ain’t getting no rest)
It even snowin’ spent a 90 script just on my Prada coat (woah)
I won’t spread no 20’s unless the new bills got the Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman nigga)
I be buyin’ new drip for my bitches if she like it I love it (I love it)
Meet my lean man at the strip and it go unnoticed cuz you too busy clubbin’ (Boy)
I’m feelin’ so damn fantastic, nigga can’t tell me nothin’ (nigga can’t tell me nothing)
I fuck with my nigga Scoot cuz I got Longmoney (wassup Scoot)
Told my young dawg play the block all day, he just like Bol Bol (what)
Me and X just poured a pop so dark, it damn near transformed (yeaaa)
Niggas rappin’ bout bags they never had, go pull his vocal cord (nigga)
Got a Jewish lawyer, he got pull I’m 2-0 in court (I’m 2-0 in court)
We just put a pop inside a pint it opened up my pores (it open my pores)
Shit over with bro
I’m not one of them niggas bro I’m not, I’m not bro no
Fuck wrong with these niggas
Cut from a whole different cloth
Lean, lean, gang, gang, gang, syrup

Written by:
Ty Royal

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