Songtexte Tea - Sin

Spilling the tea is not getting you bitches
You wont get no better just dropping sneak disses
When I touch a pen only time I get distant
Like I got the juice I'm burying snitches
It's all off the top I'm just reminiscing
I cook in the booth and I'm very efficient
Like I gotta blast I'm good with decisions
Can't let 'em fuck with the vision

Really in debt like the US
But it's really just us cause we can't collect
More money more power I do invest
If life's all a game why's it all a test
Just rock my team on some Mitch and ness
No cardi B but I do finesse
Extermination flow I'm killing pests
My bars heal like I'm selling meds
We In the ring all I see is red
Fuck a co sign half you Artists feds
You all talk welcome to the Ted
Land of the chains home of the dead
Don't sell your soul sin will collect
All vegan now all I get is
Bread bread bread bread bread bread bread

Spilling the tea is not getting you bitches
I'm starting to think y'all just beef for attention
If music don't pop then pop off in the mentions
We just set the trends and then they get offended
Black and white diamonds my neck looking spiritual
Like I'm the one swear I will put the fear in you
Rap to yourself ain't nobody hearing you
Game 20/20 all I know is see it through
Stick to the plot they want what you got
I don't look down cause I think that I'm hot
This just view when you get to the top
I'm really okay just watching you rot
Thinking you hood you niggas are not
Don't even hoop still hitting my shot
Wrist is on water I'm swimming a lot
Trying to be hood is what's getting you popped