Tripple Letter Lul Tys

[INTRO]
(aye, look)
(It's Tys in this bitch and we brought them packs in)
(tripple M on the beat)

[Chorus]
Said i'm back up on my shit, [?] yo bitches and hit licks
See his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
Yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em' packs and we breaking in
Tys, tripple letter nigga known to be [?]
My ten letters going nazy I still fuck with TLG
Ain't trippin bout that other shit I know they fuck with me
I got a sukka bitch who love me she been trynna fuck the team

[VERSE 1]
Think that bitch fuck with you I got to drop up on yo stupid ass
He think he finna get some pussy we gon' do him bad
The Glock get nasty, shooters slighty going through his ass
These cap niggas ridin' round' with them surrats
[?] ridin' round' with that shit man
I wonder if them niggas ever [?]
Pop up in one of the partys let that stick dance
Pull a skit, then switched up in city's hope ion get jammed
If she ain't talkin' bout' a bag she not my type
Broke bitch need a loan just to fuck me and spend the night
Fuck a nigga baby mom think he mad that I gave her pipe
I ain't finna raise no kids who need daddy up in they life
And ion even like yo bitch but when she pay I can't resist
[?] suckin' me while them bitches be on my dick
33 be the gang but it's also up in the sticks, shootin' [?] to pass the gleek so lil brodie could go assist