TENNIS

Armond Richardson

I ain't going back and forth hey (JuJu on that beat)
I ain't going back and forth, I don't play no tennis with this bitch
Riding through Atlanta, my windows tinted in the city
Just like Mardi Gras, they show me titties when they see me
Cook up early morning, shit be hot like shrimp and grits
I eat the beat, bite hard just like a pit (Rrr)
Know you ain't think I'd go this hard, It hurt just like a bitch
My defense ran a blitz, I hope you don't take offense
Your money is too short, It's like the hair up on my chin (Ahaha)
And I be up before the hen, yea I'm talking the roosters
Yea I be in Atlanta, I caught me a bad lil bitch at hooters (I did)
Mexican lil bitch, I broke her heart, she call me a puto
I told her I need more than ten, I ain't out here playing uno
We ball don't fade away
He was talking too much so we took him out his H (So we took him out his H)
You shoulda seen his face (You shoulda seen his face)
Put him in a crate (Put him in a crate)
I ain't the type to cap, I ain't gone lie to yo face
I had him bleed more red than State Farm, I don't really fuck with jakes
I swear I keep my life on private (Yea)
Pay all my plays off crypto, feds can't crackdown my deposits (Crackdown my deposits)
I spit a couple words, people tell me I'm the hottest
A hater think I'm cocky but real talk just being modest
Real talk, let's talk about it
I been puffin zootiez, got me up here with the pilots
I'm at the top just like your highness
He really trying to swag and surf my style, can never bite it (Could never bite that shit)
And I can split his wig just with this pistol just like a hyphen
I ain't going back and forth, I don't play no tennis with this bitch
Riding through Atlanta, my windows tinted in the city
Just like Mardi Gras, they show me titties when they see me
Cook up early morning, shit be hot like shrimp and grits
I ain't going back and forth, I don't play no tennis with this bitch
Riding through Atlanta, my windows tinted in the city
Just like Mardi Gras, they show me titties when they see me
Cook up early morning, shit be hot like shrimp and grits
My AR clear the whole place
Like Dahmer eat your face, lil boy he died in vein (Damn)
My bars be hard as fuck, fire as hell just like Kane
And my life a pain and gain, I'm flexed up just like I'm Bane (Flexed up Yea)
We had to spin the block, tornado
Send shots, we send em halos
Went straight through his front door
He was set up by his hoe, she paid me at the corner store
And my heart be hella frozen, old shit can't let it go
Can't trust no bitch cause they'll set you up
I tossed these boys tomatoes cause there ain't no way they catching up (Catching up)
My momma say I'm reckless, spectacular I'm not regular
I done seen the bottom had to put myself on a pedestal
Now all I see is green, pussy niggas ran way ahead of them (Ran way ahead of them)
They say I talk about a lot, could never be a pops nah I ain't ready for that talk
I'm still trying to slide, Toosie step-Moonwalk
I told that bitch that I can't cuff her, guaranteed to break your heart (Damn)
I'm still a man, I play my part
They say "aye Mon Day I heard your song you're going hard"
I'm the captain, I'm taking charge
Pay for and eat my hoes separately, this shit like an À la cart
Glock double D like Dolly Parton, nah I ain't never losing my guard
I ain't going back and forth, I don't play no tennis with this bitch
Riding through Atlanta, my windows tinted in the city
Just like Mardi Gras, they show me titties when they see me
Cook up early morning, shit be hot like shrimp and grits

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Who composed the song “TENNIS” by MONDAY?
The song “TENNIS” by MONDAY was composed by Armond Richardson.

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