Kram - TYCOON

Don't sweat it lil' nigga
We'll take yo top off
Hot nigga no hot sauce
Pop off I'm like Molotov
Eat box, roll up fronto
See cops I go dumb mode
And my ho got no ring though
She tell and show me how she feel
We just want a bigger meal, nigga
I see you hanging with them lames, uh
Box juice on my chain, uh
Superhero my frame, uh
Lying bitch no shame, uh
Look down see brain, uh
Damn she going insane, uh

Skull fragment on pavement
Peel out no trace, uh
Full bladder he wasted
Everclear in my system
Paid to be on stage
All you fuck niggas don't go pistols, uh
Missiles, uh
Fiends really love them crystals

Ay Handyman, you could call me homie, uh
Two hammers on me, uh
Lotta toolies, uh
Way she saddled up I guess I'm her pony, uh

He need stitches
With extensions
Chopper got em bitch, uh
We ain't flinchin
Mag extended
How I'm pullin up, uh
Ain't no fussin nigga, uh
Ho's face or the opps
Just know I'm bustin nigga, uh
Caviar on main dish shit was bustin nigga

Written by:
Jeremy Saengsavang, Mark Simmons

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