Dyson

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson She sucking me clean like a Dyson I'm going back to my old ways Fuck it, I think that they like it Rolling up all of my problems And smoking 'em down in a backwood Pray to the heavenly father Tell him that If I could change it then I would Aye, I pay for all of my own shit Ain't worried bout a few dollars I made it here with my whole clique Ain't a single one of us scholars Yeah, I dropped out and made a couple million Fuck everybody who doubted And I learned more than I ever would if I'd have stayed up in that college So it's fuck the world Middle fingers up when I ride around in exotics Yo, this song's dope, I like this You know that's how I got it Bro, I bring the heat on every beat just like I'm eating hibachi Rolex timepiece and a white tee Fuck all of that Versace I, can not stop, can not quit, till the day I drop Rollie drop, drip'd fit, fuck a Saint Laurent Adidas shoes and some tall socks Black pants on, fuck Nike This rap game done seen a lot of shit but they ain't seen nothing like me, ha Business man with a rapper flow Rappers brag about their money, but I got the dough I'm staying strapped cuz you never know And if y'all see Obama, tell that man I said hello I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson She sucking me clean like a Dyson I'm going back to my old ways Fuck it, I think that they like it Rolling up all of my problems And smoking 'em down in a backwood Pray to the heavenly father Tell him that If I could change it then I would I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson She sucking me clean like a Dyson I'm going back to my old ways Fuck it, I think that they like it Rolling up all of my problems And smoking 'em down in a backwood Pray to the heavenly father Tell him that If I could change it then I would Write self-made on all of my own shit so you know just how I got it Since day one, T&M bitch, back in high school on Ducatis Now we gotta gang in 2019 made a million paper profit So we smokin' on exotics, I'ma spend it if I got it Don't care what the price is, fuck it I want the options I'm at the bank making deposits, like get this cash off me Hot line bling this money call me, like fuckin all day Early in the morning, like booty calling Dropped out of class to follow my dream and turn into a honcho Let a little time pass, finesse king Run shit make moves like Don Pablo Most wanted, El Chapo Been gone yeah, now I'm back though Shoes look nice, but the outfit might look like I shop my fits at Marshalls Drip exclusive, I don't like designer, that shit look stupid I am not a rapper, now rappers fruity Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties Judies love that so they wanna do me Hitting from the back got her on all fours like a bison, told me she love it when I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson She sucking me clean like a Dyson I'm going back to my old ways Fuck it, I think that they like it Rolling up all of my problems And smoking 'em down in a backwood Pray to the heavenly father Tell him that If I could change it then I would I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson She sucking me clean like a Dyson I'm going back to my old ways Fuck it, I think that they like it Rolling up all of my problems And smoking 'em down in a backwood Pray to the heavenly father Tell him that If I could change it then I would