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I-I-I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action (gang, gang)
You want action, you get turned into past tense (in the past)
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin' (bah, bah)
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with some compassion (skrrt)
Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case (gang, gang)
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shawty face (lil' bitch)
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase (gang)
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace (gimme that shit, nigga)
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face (skrrt)
Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day (free Pimp)
Bitch, I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the way (you're a simp)
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet (heh, lil' bitch)
I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon' die today? (Skrrt)
Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin' face (grrah, grrah)
We-we-we cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way (dat way, dat way)
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades (rackades, rackades)
Gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon' be happy (hahaha)
I-I-I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy (pew, pew)
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson (skrrt)
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the packn' (lil' bitch)
Get the packn', you get robbed for a fraction (gimme that shit)
I-I-I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin'
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with some compassion
Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shawty face (gang, gang)
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (grrah, grrah)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace (gimme that shit, nigga)
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face
Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case (gang, gang)
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shawty face (lil' bitch)
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase (gang)
Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace (gimme that shit, nigga)
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face (fih)
WRITERS
Taymor Travon McIntyre, Shawn Cyril Young Jr.
PUBLISHERS
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