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[Chorus:]
All eyes on me, Mister T
Big chains on me, Mister T
All gold on me, Mister T
All hoes on me, Mister T
Taminal, rolex on ma wrist
Turned up, stay flexin on a bitch
Tactical wit d toaster, hit em wit d temper
Treadin in d traffic four 12âs in d trunk
[Verse 1:]
Anybody dere, is this beat too loud
In ma ear I canât hear, can you hear me now?
You rave, you throw up an you drunk
Got to throw up at d tail light of yo truck (of yo truck)
Earthquake in d bumper, speakers thumpin (speakers thumpin)
Stuntin an showcasin an platformin (platformin)
Iâm crispy like panko (like panko)
Have a bitch run like a anchor (like a anchor)
Hostilic mothafucka not a lamo (not a lamo)
Fuck when we get outta dodge like Durango
Throw it into d game, less d game canât complain
Bleeding d block like a bloody tampon mayne
Californiaing it out, d west love me like Coby-Coby Bryant
Lookin down dat stogie in dat green-green giant
Everybody know that iâm a dispensary client
Humboldt county broccoli, got dat green license
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Fuckin is ma favourite sport, drinkin is ma second
Keep ma mouth shut if d popo ask me questions
Dig into d script like d script supposed to be stunts
Listen to e 40, you might learn a thing or two
Slap right here go crazy Iâm not your typical ordinary
Under ma pillow was a Glock not no money from d tooth fairy
On d contrary, I get tow down mayne
Fallen asleep, wit ma cup in ma hand
Im an expert in dis shit, wake up an take a sip
Not out for 3 minutes without spillin it
Like bitches in yoga pants, spandex an linen
10âs, 9âs,8âs an 7âs, whites an blacks love me, like Al Roker
Keep ma game faces if Iâm playin poker
You can ride wid us, or get rolled over
See dese Gucci draws, thatâs ma gun holster
(Bitch!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Back to our regular scheduled program (program)
This thing bangin like a mothafuckin summerjam (like a summerjam)
Went in CVS an bought a bag a rubberbands
Ma shoe box is gettin outta hand mayne
I neva leave d pad without 6 gran
They say this is bred an bottled by Lil Wayne
I donât think you niggas understand (understand)
Iâm a made man, Iâm seasoned, he bland
I do what I want, he do what he can (what he can)
Iâm a real one, he a pretenda he a sham
That nigga think itâs a game, he playin (he playin)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Mister T, tycoonin (tycoonin)
Mister T, top hat (top hat)
Mister T, timer (timer)
Mister T, tabernacle (tabernacle)
Trappin (trappin)
Tadit (tadit)
Transetter (transetter)
Transportin (transportin)
Turned (turned)
Traffickin (traffickin)
Treadin (treadin)
Toastin (toastin)
- Album:
- Slappin (Single)
- Petty (Single)
- The D-Boy Diary: Book 1
- The D-Boy Diary: Book 2
- Poverty & Prosperity
- Sharp On All 4 Corners: Corner 1
- Sharp On All 4 Corners (Corner 2)
- Ripped (Single)
- Episode (Single)
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 4
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 5
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 6
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 2
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 3
- Miscellaneous
- Loyalty And Betrayal
- Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-made Millionaire
- The Element Of Surprise
- Tha Hall Of Game