Off the Lot TyFontaine

[Intro]
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I flip that bitch like a vegetable
My pants, they sag like a testicle
Bands in the back, I got revenue
Where is the vibes? Come and send 'em through
I am so frozen, I tried to move
Over my head sipping junkie juice
I'm in that bitch, they ask, "Who is you?"
'Cause I'm popping out with that newy-new (Hey)

[Chorus]
Really be going, we really be rolling
That Benz, take it off of the lot
I'm staying cautious, just watching my back
'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait)
These bitches is really some birds
I had to lead 'em to the flock
Making my moves, over your time
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clock

[Verse 1]
Don't do no faking, you know who it is
Not even Ty, it's Michi in this bitch
I got the Faygo and dropped in the woo, woo
Body like jello, I swear I'm in bliss
Oatmeal bitch, need her oatmeal thick
Her vibrating shaking that ass
Already sick from that fit on my shit
I didn't even need a mask (Yessir)
These niggas minor, they lesser
Up in the school, I got best dresser
I'ma drip like this regardless the weather
How I'm so flee but fly like a feather?
Ricky the coat, Seventh Heaven jacket
I got C on my feet without a racket
In the eighth grade, they would call me a fag
Said my jeans was too tight, but for real they was lavish