Tejay Taylor - Mister

Yo Tejay Taylor
Mr put that shit on
See I was sixteen when I jumped up off that porch
If it ain't no more spoons we eating cereal with forks
And yeah we stay clean like we going to the morgue
No they can’t steal these cause this drip they can’t afford
I might pull up with with a foreign getting sloppy
No this not a test but I got niggas tryna copy
Even though I got the straps still beat a nigga up like rocky
They steady throwing stop signs but no they can not stop me
She say she got a nigga but that ain't never stopped me
She don’t know my real name she just call me papi
You can catch me in the fast lane I feel like Ricky Bobby
These diamonds so annoying they keep on singing bling bling
Mr put that shit on
Lately I ain't been home
Mr what he got on
Mr if you need a P go ahead and hit my trap phone
Mr get that shit gone
Playing with my bread
And I'm gone ban you from the trap Holmes
Niggas didn’t believe me now I'm in Buscemi
I used to be shy but now I'm flyer than young DC
Yeah nigga its TP probably see me on tv
I didn’t even try her she pursued me
But now he in his feelings
But I go where the cash go
No this not metro but yo I want more
All about that cash flow I might blow a bag hoe
Pockets they on sumo is that why you mad bro
But she swallow the kids she don’t need no rag hoe
She on top of her shit she don’t need no help no
Young nigga getting big trust me I'm up next bro
Sent your hoe a text bro now that bitch on go mode
Mr put that shit on
Lately I ain't been home
Mr what he got on
Mr if you need a P go ahead and hit my trap phone
Mr get that shit gone
Playing with my bread
And I'm gone ban you from the trap Holmes
Niggas didn’t believe me now I'm in Buscemi
I used to be shy but now I'm flyer than young DC
Yeah nigga its TP probably see me on tv
I didn’t even try her she pursued me
But now he in his feelings
No cap up in my rap
I remember shit wasn’t looking pretty in the trap
I remember he ran up on me and he got clapped
I remember he tried to short me and he got whacked
Better come correct cause you get popped just like a Percocet
Kissing on my neck bitch what you doing I just want the neck
It ain't no blue messages because I left her on red
Niggas cuffing freaks boy don’t act like you ain't know that
You wouldn’t believe what I seen in the trap
Finessed him for a qp he greener than Luigi
You wouldn’t believe what I seen in the trap
Nigga want to be me but they can never be me
Mr put that shit on
Lately I ain't been home
Mr what he got on
Mr if you need a P go ahead and hit my trap phone
Mr get that shit gone
Playing with my bread
And I'm gone ban you from the trap Holmes
Niggas didn’t believe me now I'm in Buscemi
I used to be shy but now I'm flyer than young DC
Yeah nigga its TP probably see me on tv
I didn’t even try her she pursued me
But now he in his feelings

Written by:
Tyson Porter

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