T.Y the Truth & Ayce - Flows from the Borgata
The judges left townHarvey's quit and I'm having trouble getting deputies
2 haha
All these bars I’m spitting my owns ain’t nobody’s
This ain’t no drake this ain’t no champagne papi
This Heineken dad body ugh real sloppy
But ima be the champ oddly like Andy
If niggas wanna test my Ghandi
No sorry
I spazz and go old school switch the game to Atari
Invade ya turf on this earth to go and catch a body
I’m lying I just pull up and give you a eye jommy
And let you live with the fact knowing you won’t do nothing
Huh I’m the villain I kill em' whenever I says so
My pen the murder weapon and this verse my manifesto
I’m a sicko who’s Sketzo
Dare I say that I’m special?
I got no rival no twins no competitions identical
So u niggas better let go
It’s a dumb bet
I just ride off into the sunset
Y lil niggas ain’t even drop ya nuts yet
God damn with the fuckery
We killing all the suckers free
Imagine all the trauma set to head tops off the wave
You Lucifer in closest
But Olsen in the light
Fucking rip off twin
No full house dividing all the rights
My energy so high
Might smoke off in the corner
The cowboy containing
The damage the fall off
Little bitch ass motherfucker
Vice versa 2
Ayce and T.y The Truth
We about to kill y'all with this shit
And I'm fucking serious
Ahhhh
Yeah
Yeah
Ohhhh
Hit em like the hulk
I copped the Montana
But I could of never pulled off
And I'm feeling like a scammer
But it's
Not a fucking life
No 24 hours
But I get all the hype
Doing what I'm feeling and we about to cut it off
Real slow
Real tight
Real real real out
Written by:
Freddie Torres, Tyler Gildersleeve
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