Distance by TaFine$$e Lyrics
I’m really goin’ viral
So I gotta keep a 6-foot distance
Bitch Imma mothafuckin’ misfit
I’m vicious
I’m getting to the bread while I’m breakin’ down the biscuits
Flip phone been ringin’, strictly for business
Why these wack niggas hate on my existence?
Why the cats keep on askin’ what a fish is?
Where the rats? In the hideout where the snitch is
At the trap, feds steady askin’ where the brick is
Stay zip lipped
Don’t give tips
To my understanding, that shit’s non existent
You might wanna stand to the side when this clip clicks
My bad lil baby down to ride
When the shit hits thе fan
Fans waiting outside, just to see who I am
I’m the man in case you didn’t undеrstand
I make bands and make plans
Can’t fuck wit no fake friends
I’m hotter than the sun, I might give yo ass 8 tans
Hollows in the gun, I pop one, make you breakdance
Had a lot of fun wit it
Call my gun my acquaintance
If you spot it don’t run from it
Glock just wanna shake hands
Outchea lookin’ dumb
You haven’t thought of yo escape plans
Rocks pockets full of knots
The pocket rocket in the same pants
Opps watch how I advance
Cause Taé plan to make bands
Bitch I’m poppin’
While you bitches still poppin’ fake xans
I’m not stoppin’
Headed to the top
& bitch I can’t land
Better watch the shit you call me
Cause I’ll prolly knock yo lights out
Bitch don’t walk up on me
Cause I prolly brought my pipe out
I’m not just anybody so I gotta keep my eyes out
My crew came wit tools, bitch we bringin’ the supplies out
You ain’t hittin’
When you shot out yo shot, you had missed it
If you get to dippin’, you get shot from a distance
I’m of no association, but my Glock my assistant
No communication, we don’t talk we just spit shit
Lil bitch
This a mission
There is no dismission
We can’t switch positions
I’m sick, you can’t stand this condition
I’m limited edition
I’m finna get the chicken & flip it
No gymnast
I been the same way
Since a kid, bitch
I been the same Taé
And they knowin’ who it is
Ion even gotta say what I’m doin wit a stick
Ion even wanna play, but you movin’ like a bitch
So I gotta keep a 6-foot distance
Bitch Imma mothafuckin’ misfit
I’m vicious
I’m getting to the bread while I’m breakin’ down the biscuits
Flip phone been ringin’, strictly for business
Why these wack niggas hate on my existence?
Why the cats keep on askin’ what a fish is?
Where the rats? In the hideout where the snitch is
At the trap, feds steady askin’ where the brick is
Stay zip lipped
Don’t give tips
To my understanding, that shit’s non existent
You might wanna stand to the side when this clip clicks
My bad lil baby down to ride
When the shit hits thе fan
Fans waiting outside, just to see who I am
I’m the man in case you didn’t undеrstand
I make bands and make plans
Can’t fuck wit no fake friends
I’m hotter than the sun, I might give yo ass 8 tans
Hollows in the gun, I pop one, make you breakdance
Had a lot of fun wit it
Call my gun my acquaintance
If you spot it don’t run from it
Glock just wanna shake hands
Outchea lookin’ dumb
You haven’t thought of yo escape plans
Rocks pockets full of knots
The pocket rocket in the same pants
Opps watch how I advance
Cause Taé plan to make bands
Bitch I’m poppin’
While you bitches still poppin’ fake xans
I’m not stoppin’
Headed to the top
& bitch I can’t land
Better watch the shit you call me
Cause I’ll prolly knock yo lights out
Bitch don’t walk up on me
Cause I prolly brought my pipe out
I’m not just anybody so I gotta keep my eyes out
My crew came wit tools, bitch we bringin’ the supplies out
You ain’t hittin’
When you shot out yo shot, you had missed it
If you get to dippin’, you get shot from a distance
I’m of no association, but my Glock my assistant
No communication, we don’t talk we just spit shit
Lil bitch
This a mission
There is no dismission
We can’t switch positions
I’m sick, you can’t stand this condition
I’m limited edition
I’m finna get the chicken & flip it
No gymnast
I been the same way
Since a kid, bitch
I been the same Taé
And they knowin’ who it is
Ion even gotta say what I’m doin wit a stick
Ion even wanna play, but you movin’ like a bitch