MT Ty - Helluva Guy

(Ree on the beat)
100 miles per hour, tryna’ get the cash fast as I can
Boy I’m not nothin’ like no Ye, but I have father stretch his hand
I gotta show niggas this 50, since yall think yall Killa Kam
I be trapped out in designer, but I’ll still throw on my Vans
I be tryna’ give free game, but niggas really hate me
Two-three bows a week, my nigga Luck run thru’ like Eddie Lacy
All that loose leaf that be hangin’ out my pocket, call that petty paper
I’m bringin’ lesser out, cause where I’m goin’ I’m knowin’ they gone give me greater
Niggas better watch they mouth I take yo bitch and slay her
I’m not burnin’ bridges, if I’m not askin’ you for a favor
Man I how I gotta spend for you to pipe down
Brought back the Act’ man where it’s at, I need it in my life like right now
Can’t make no money with these niggas ‘cause they run off and be low down
I be coppin’ so much, need another flash drive for my profiles
I don’t know shit a botta bing, botta boom, niggas be coked out
Bro got the micro draco, yea it’s the same gun that’s in yo loadout
I can get it gone home base, ain’t gotta go out on no mission
The shit I’m blowin’ it be, Bubble Gum Gelato Scotty Pippen
Had an unexpected arrival on these niggas, Diggy Simmons
You know we bring it out to play, we always fuckin’ up the chicken
Don’t lie to me ‘lil baby save yo time
I’m really livin’ these freestyles, I can’t rehearse these lines
I’m tryna take a trip to Cali to reverse my time
This game get very treacherous, you know the pros and cons
I get back door service with my drip ‘cause I don’t coup with lines
I got D on call he got some drank, I say let’s smack a 5
I know one thing, I ain’t gettin’ no money, then it ain’t no God
She just wanna get high out her mind, say I’m helluva guy

Written by:
Ty Royal

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