Titan Uno - DND (feat. Knottz DTG)

Yea
Okay cool I'm louder
I'm a lil bit louder
Face to face so no maskin
All yo nigas good actors
Ha
A look look look so umm
I had a
A few people that was tellin me
All I
Know how to do is rap fast or
Some stupid shit like that
I even had a homie that told me I
I mumble rap so
I got bored and said fuck it
Imma slow it down for you niggas that can't keep up with me
Fuck it
Man my patience wearin super thin
Been fallin out with a few friends
Been flirtin way too much
Now hoes won't let me be
Stayin up past four or maybe more
Writin lyrics trying to make sure
I'm never slackin up
Man I don't ever sleep
I forever stand on what I'm talkin
Only speakin what I'm walkin
Ten Down
Two Flat
Two Up
Man that's all I need
Bad lil chick beside me
So connivin
Always textin
Always callin
Dick her down
Then put my phone on DND
Bitch
Fuck is you talking bout
I'm Rick James muddy boots on ya momma couch
Talkin shit catch this fist in yo fuckin mouth
I'm that niga these rappers be talking bout
Treat the beat like an opp bitch I air it out
If my verses ain't hot imma tear them out
Give a fuck bout a club Ima clear it out
Turning up in the lot bring yo subs out
In the hood on the hood my truck bitch I'm buck
Sipping mud out a muhfuckin' bucket
I'm thugging
We southern
They love it
Cut up with my cousins in public
My haters disgusted
Yeh
Fuck a lil gun I got hands
1v1 me in the grass
I'm that new rapper that spazz
Bitch I'm repping FL3X GANG and these hoes call me Trash
Yeah
Hop out the mufucking trash with a pen and a pad for a feature
We cut up like cleavers
Uno the rival
We shit on these beats
And we butt heads like Beavis
Y'all soft as some cleavage
I'm saying y'all delicate
Can't no one fuck with the squad dawg
On God we gone seem like we celibate
Bitch
How you compare to me
I don't prepare for defeat
All a my losses were lessons to me
Every L is a blessing
I feel like Vegeta
Bitch I got hands fuck a heater
Swing and I buck better duck when I'm heaving
I'm leaving this shit on the floor
Bitch
My location your front door
Hoe I'm a fiend for the smoke
Trash God
Man my patience wearin super thin
Been fallin out with a few friends
Been flirtin way too much
Now hoes won't let me be
Stayin up past four or maybe more
Writin lyrics trying to make sure
I'm never slackin up
Man I don't ever sleep
I forever stand on what I'm talkin
Only speakin what I'm walkin
Ten Down
Two Flat
Two Up
Man that's all I need
Bad lil chick beside me
So connivin
Always textin
Always callin
Dick her down
Then put my phone on DND
Bitch
Cause if it ain't money
I can't bother
Got them jocking every style I do
Call Maury I'm the father
On a relay for the digits
Every second minute hour
And I
Stay with the drip
Like I just hopped out the shower
I'm a monster
MT Scholar
Man I'm one hell of a father
Made a promise
I'm a double up
And stay clear a the drama
Trying to hit another bracket
That's a comma comma comma
Hold up my bitch keep calling
Had to tell the chick I'm with I a holla
But she already know what I'm on
She already know what I do
Leaving hoes sticky like glue
Buss them down disappear poof
Been scaring bitches all day
Every time I get ghost like boo
I had one she took two
She want a repeat I wanna recoup
Slim thick that's my speed you know
Make her come then make her come some more
Grip her tight and pull her extra close
Now it's like a river need a boat
Patience thin she grumpy when I'm slow
Get me when she whisper Tonio
Rap get money fuck roll up get more
Hit the blunt your hoe the beat then float
Oh that might just work
That might just

Written by:
Antonio Dorsey, Patrick Fishter

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