ISSA SAGE - TENNIS (feat. TrillQuel)

Living like that nigga i'm like
Living like that, Living like that nigga i'm might
Living like that nigga imma need that full percentage (yea)
Pull up in that whip you know that shit be hella tinted (facts)
Rollin up that green my nigga this is not that spinach (nah)
If I pull up in my jewelry it's a cuban not a tennis (yea)
Ever heard of murder beats well i'm the one that did the killin
I was thuggin out at day but when it's night I turned to villian
Had to tell that bitch i'm being real
cause I ain't got no feelings (no)
I don't need hoes i need millions
Need more poles in this bitch (facts)
Need more parties and more kickbacks lo's in this bitch (ha)
You can call me a grenade the way I explode in this bitch (boom)
Back then it was me and Quel we pourin four's in this bitch (Ahh)
At the Pin Oak park ballin D. Rose in this bitch (yea!)
Lit the wood up the cup with me take a sip (yea)
I ain't know you bad then just know I might've took your shit (haa)
Twenty One aint really far away i'm bout to get my blick (blrdd)
All my hoes bout that action like a dog they gon' sick (rrr)
Nigga don't play around with my money, you'll end up dead i'll have a fit (boaw)
Nigga might pull up in your hood with a mufucking stick
I like drakes though
Pass me off the carbon with that clip
Ion like drake though
He not sayin shit cause he a bitch (nah)
Yeah know a nigga fried (fried)
This the type of song that i'd perform if I was live (live)
Now we bread makin break a checker with the guys (guys)
You don't know my brother
don't be thinkin that you mines (Fuck nigga yea)
Living like that nigga imma need that full percentage (yea)
Pull up in that whip you know that shit be hella tinted (facts)
Rollin up that green my nigga this is not that spinach (nah)
If I pull up in my jewelry it's a cuban not a tennis (yea)
Ever heard of murder beats well i'm the one that did the killin
I was thuggin out at day but when it's night I turned to villian
Had to tell that bitch i'm being real
cause I ain't got no feelings (no)
I don't need hoes i need millions
Need more poles in this bitch (facts)
Lane to Lane what I stay switchin candy paint glisten
Pouring line after line because I'm a drank sippa, real nigga from da boot
Step up u could get it too
We can fight or bang it out just let me know what u want do
It's in my blood to get retarted nigga know it ain't no turning down once niggas get me started
Get sum hen' up in my system get to jiggin in the party bitch
I'm out my body yeah nigga lose his mind I drop a bag they go and find it yeah
AR G4 Zip but me I want dat drac fr
And dat bitch gotta be dirty for them times I wanna kill
Back in the day yo first one be the snub today it be the micro Tryna get a bag so big I gotta ask if it's a typo (bitch)
Living like that nigga imma need that full percentage (yea)
Pull up in that whip you know that shit be hella tinted (facts)
Rollin up that green my nigga this is not that spinach (nah)
If I pull up in my jewelry it's a cuban not a tennis (yea)
Ever heard of murder beats well i'm the one that did the killin
I was thuggin out at day but when it's night I turned to villian
Had to tell that bitch i'm being real
cause I ain't got no feelings (no)
I don't need hoes i need millions
Need more poles in this bitch (facts)

Written by:
Marquel H., Jackie West

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