Songtexte Less Stress - Tlap

Walk into the crib they cookin' shit that they bought from the store
Nah it ain't food but it'll probably make a tweaker snore
Talkin' like you bout it, go ahead Mr. Cap galore
Say you tryna fight throw you in the cage with David Moore
Look at you now, tuck yo tail and you get to runnin'
One hundred twenty pounds soakin' wet but I eat hell of muffins
Stand back and let bro cook but he ain't flavor nothin'
Mr. Versatile, put on any beat I'll make you love it

Got off work early, went home, dad got hos over
How the fuck he got more pull than me when I'm a rappin' stoner
Please don't pick me next English teacher I got a fat boner
But I think she knew that, she said see me after class is over
Take a wild guess how the story went for the rest
Ass so fat didn't pay attention to the chest
Cornball, it's a rap show why'd you wear a vest
Let em' know you worried now you gettin' double checked
Knew she'd be a freak bitch say she never met her father
Every ho I left can eat pussy now because I taught her
My bro keep a stick but got glasses like he Harry Potter
Every day alive I'm probably fuckin' on somebody's daughter
That boy tryna diss but he won't take his shirt off at the pool
If twelve hit the raid then they might find some blammers in my room
Everything you tryna do, I already do
Everything you learned in school, I already knew
She be suckin' dick like it's finna make her dad come back
Bitch I go hard like you tryna learn to hacky sack
Fuck self checkout, let em' know I'm buying magnum packs
Bitch I cum quick and I'm white, call it dagum fast
Comin' off the bench like Squidward with a reef blower
Boy you dumb as fuck, if you could only learn to eat slower
Y'all do double work for less fun like a cheat coder
Always put it where it goes, call Tlap the seed sower
Knock knock, who's there, not yo bitch cause she with me
Better hit the random cause you know that these ain't even teams
Not enough cash so instead you bought some tighter jeans
Went to Christian college but the devil offered better deeds
If it wasn't for my childhood I wouldn't have shit to rap about
Fast forward twenty twenty three lil bitch I'm cashin' out
It's the little things everyday that make me feel foul
Every time I hop up out the whip my vape hits the ground
Hit her from the back, make her jump like Kriss Kross
Hit her from the front so hard she call me Mike Doss
You ain't wearin' ice cuh, that ain't even light frost
If I die before I'm twenty five I made this song

A lot of shit talkers but I never get pressed
Fucked her so good, left my dick up in her breast
She love what I do, didn't like it when I left
I could care less, double money less stress