Tyrone/ ThisYaBoyTyrone - Gengar (Freestyle)

I just needed something I could snap on
Like Thanos
I’m killing this shit and I’m not leaving
Half of them
I’m back in this bitch
What you mad for
Take the spite out your chest when you clap
For it
You'll get slapped in your face leave your cap gone
The team beating your ass like we Capcom
Cross that line best believe you get stepped on
I don’t know why I’m vicious
I’m pissed off
Beat the track until you leave the shit raw
Kill the song until the hit kicks off
150
That’s where the clip start
Make the stick spark
Paparazzi with the flash
Got his ass
With the zip lock
Keep it Taylor gang
When we spliff blunts
Keep it presidential with the
Wrist watch
Perfect timing
When the lanes switch up
I’m doing the dash
Leave the pigs lost
If you moving too fast
You won’t get caught
No wonder they hate me
The kids smart
Try to play me
Then you'll
Get your shit rocked
Put that chrome to his dome
Make him shit rocks
Bet not run up
Cuz we keep the shit cocked
My Pencil killed him
Call it Stick talk
Shoot the scene quick
Like a tik tok
Now whose really afraid of the dark?
Shooting .223s
From the AR
Leaving holes
In the side of your car
Hear them bullets crashin'
When I get to flashing the pole
I’m Aiming it straight for your heart
Push the button
Then it’ll splatter the yard
Make it rain
Now you swimming with sharks
Sending showers of metal
That’s never gone let up
You better be ready to dodge
You stand in the paint
With a guard
My shooter
Was ready to catch him a charge
Technically foul
How I’m whipping this car
Smokin this Doja
I'm rolling in park
How can a tree get you high as the stars?
Rollin this pack
In a ship that’s on Mars
I’m a pistol packing
Maniac
That’s ready for action
I’m bringin' the static
I’ll Kill you in traffic
We can make it happen
Whenever you ready We can get it cracking
I’m never distracted
When I bring the madness
I’m Juking the feds
Like I was in madden
Sticking and moving
I’m switching the tactics
Switch out the box cuz they checking the packages
All of my niggas is savages
Take all your metal like mag a nets
Oops
I meant to say magnet
My train of thought is sporadic
My mind is for storage like attics
I'm never lacking
Cuz your chain
We still snatchin' that
Run in your booth where you rapping at
Tell your producer to run it back
Keep running your mouth on the track
Might be good where you at
Over here we not having that

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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