Текст песни NYR - MashBeatz

Yoh, it's TFN season
Yall mother fuckers, been mother fuck
Yall niggas (yeah,sure)
Yall nigga man
(Mash are you ready)

Yeah
My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list
They ain't fontin this year, no no
They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing
Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing

Head coach, let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age
Stick up at the parking lot
Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah)

Never had non, pass on my nigga the blunt
Nigga don't function, gang gang niggas a lot
Hoppin I'm gone, fede they know it's seven o'clock
Came outta the box, cava the niggas rejecting the sauce
You don't wana know what I keep in sock
You been in the stu but you never make sure
I know the sweets and I go send them in bulk
Why don't they let us to come in the door
I don't need permission I ain't got a boss
You been singed now keeping the clothes
Can't be on top forever, nigga where is D'banj
Said I come with a demo, fuck your life
Got a yellow mami call her pikachu
And the sun hella yellow, we need a pool
Don't need a gun, you got a body guard you just a punk
Smoking my lung, all you niggas got funds
You getting paid by the end of month
Night time, with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout
In a paradise,
Living kinda nice better check them guys bloody parasites
Yeah, them niggas dykes when I post a light
Tryna fuck her man, yeah the pussy tight
I'm the mompalestine only nigga that's fucking your dime

Yeah
My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list
They ain't fontin this year, no no
They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing
Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing

Head coach, let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age
Stick up at the parking lot
Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah)

Yeah
My lines like the first episode of a new series nigga pilot
Flying over niggas heads but I never said never tweet about it
Get your mans, get your mans that nigga dead, cava chalk lining
Full gang on stage now it ain't safe, with me and mami wildin
Full set, only when the money pay for my dues
Get in and go, left in the mall then we ride and deuce
Shana, clouck and vani put the album out now we talking new racks
New rappers on the chopping block feel a gouble up new tesh
Now niggas got a low key level up, pick up on a pace after new wave
Or follow one, need praise
Coz we ain't talk top-deck, when we talk about the bar we raise it
See now you messing with a couple hood niggas that finna make it
Santshung le bale badi sauce with a double g hashtag
Santshung le bale badi boss, niggas government thats facts
Say you with my chest up, my niggas behind you I can back that
And if the name ain't tk, three, two, tee dub, fuck you that's that

Yeah
My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list
They ain't fontin this year, no no
They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing
Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing

Head coach, let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age
Stick up at the parking lot
Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah)