Lyrics T.D (feat. A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator) - Lil Yachty , Tierra Whack , A$AP Rocky , Tyler, The Creator

Woah
I′m in this b-- like ayy, damn
I'm in this b-- like ayy
I′m in this b-- like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this b-- like ayy
I'm in his b-- like ayy
I′ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I′ma need me a b-- before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Rappin′ around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don′t back down
Talkin' big sh--, I got a sack now
F---n′ bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (F--)
Woah
I'm in this b--like ayy, damn
I′m in this b-- like ayy
I′m in this b-- like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this b-- like ayy
I′m in his b-- like ayy (Uh, I'm in his b--)
Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When sh-- wasn′t sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled
We trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)
Like who wanna match? I′m runnin' the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin' in last
I might overlap and won′t double back ′cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)
Back up in that b-- skatin′ (Skatin')
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I′m sayin' (Bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)
Nigga, don′t make me wait too long (Yeah)
Flippin' rates of that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My b-- watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long
Um
It's young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don′t like g--
I talk love, but I don′t got none
They talk charts, but they don't got one
You got a stage, then it′s one-point-one for one hour
N----s came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt ′em
And still came out on top, now that's power (Uh)
F-- they respect, I won′t miss a step, I won't intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck lookin' like a thot in labor
But it′s goin′ up like it's an escalator
Boys goin′ down like Titanic sailor
Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
I'm ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)
That′s Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y'all small fries for example, n--, um
Don′t run with the ride-a-long, n--
I'm a catalog, I'm a human A--
Little a-- b--, nah, you ain′t in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, n--
Y′all rappity-rap, y'all critically ′claimed, they gassin' you up
I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)
That′s why we not in the same bracket of tax
I'm that n--, b--
I did it all with the passion, I′m a god in this fashion
N----s tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick
Heard the b-- was talkin′ sh--, so I caught him in traffic
I′m the type to walk in your house and sh-- on your mattress
(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh
I′m good, you could take it all away (Yeah)
I'm God, you follow me ′cause I know the way (God)
I'm in Philly and we all fly (Huh)
If we don′t got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee)
On your new picture, we archive (Ugh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a b--, chose the wrong side (Ooh)
Mob ties, b--, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin′ n-- take herbal and naps
These h-- can′t rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain't f----n′ with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I'm bored
Okay, I′m tired
Sleepy, huh
Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (Else)
Lookin′ so good, I might rob myself ('Self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)
Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)
22, I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)
My twin assistants both white as milk (Milk)
Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk)
Put a b-- on the molly, now she tilt
This b-- been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin′ rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
F----n′ on a b-- and she sound like a hype man
Lookin' for a fly n--, I′m what you type in (Go)
Been counted out since I could count (Yes)
Got a public and a private account (Yes)
For my bank and not my Insta', b--