TZ & Vondo - Deleted

Mix marijuana with YSL
That's prolly' how I smell
If it's a problem, tectonics we shakin' shit off Richter scale
Your bitch in the party, she wildin' feelin' gnarly off a pill
You know my body
Get rich like Roddy
I'm bound to touch a mill
Ain't nothin but, gangbangin' dangerous killers over here
Free all my niggas in the jam that got caught up man free Shamir
Niggas know I'm bout bread, I'm taxin' for the feature man
Nigga talkin' shit, I up it, cock it back delete your mans
(Cock it back delete your mans)

Bitch I'm no keyboard, but this chop delete your mans
And I told this bitch I need space,
I'll be back just when there's wind in space
Niggas gon' hate
They be fake
That's why I keep my space
I'm just tryna get money for mama,
So get up out the way
I know my place
I know yours,
You too far under me
Oh this your hoe
I ain't know
It still don't mean a thing
Now he sayin' fuck TZ
Crazy his bitch had screamed the same thing

Real niggas think alike because we both be gettin' the same brain
Once he hit, I hit we kick her out she ain't my main thang
Dasani water on my neck
Got Fiji on my pinky ring
Designer be the fashion,
Hoe quit asking you can't order these
I'm trappin' with a passion,
Got the pack all in my skinny jeans
I'm even skipping classes,
Catching plays i'm tryna serve the fiends
Never backing down nigga ain't no pussy runnin' through my veins
My daddy raised a soldier and he know i'm down to hit a stain
Wipe a nigga nose then clean him up and I leave no remains

She said she missed me like Christmas
But I never gave her no kisses
I just fuck and get missin'
But she already knew the mission
Ice cold is my feelings
Baby my body different

When we pull up we flossy, I take the top up off the Benz
Smell me before I walk in,
I'm blowing dope it's steady blimp
Them bodies gon' get to chalking, you talking down on my mans
He said he run the town
I'll take the crown
And chop off his head

Bitch I ain't got no game but I still gotta controller
And the ones that say they love is the ones that fuck you over
How the fuck I'm supposed to breathe with all this weight that's on my shoulders
(No way)
God's strongest soldier
Who don't spend a moment sober

I'm geekin' in the club I do my dance like a Somoa
And I'm certified, I serve them grams to Joakim Noah
I got your bitch, she a trick gettin' nasty in the Rover,
I skeet her, then delete her,
Act like I don't even know her

Written by:
Da'von Choates, Tahshawn Nguon

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