RTF

Bitch I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' oh

Aye bitch I'm leanin' how
I'm trippin' aye
Man ya'll knew from back then bout' my ego
Bitch I'm Tebow, with this pistol
Where yo regal
Dirty brawler, take a bottle to the temple
Bitch I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' oh
Aye tell me somethin' bitch I need
To grip yo grip then ghost
Law catch me buggin' down the avenue
Then check what's in my shoe
All these cups up in these
Barracuda PRP's will do us
They gon' rob me man, I dare 'em to
I bet he pick the truth
Trust my bitch she serve at every school
Flakes gone, I sell some blue
Ain't really been myself but
I know that guy, yeah he a high sometime
Talk to much I left him in the car
I tried to fuck right there
Yeah I see that you a camera
Or flash caught by loyal faith
Call yo ass my tumblr centerfold this
Might just be my day pills kicked in
Wait where the nice guy now
The bitch ain't pleasin' me
Not me eat a day
Off this Heny bitch I'm interruptive
Grab yo VMA, designer taste prolly in my DNA
Get out my way