Go Tenn by Tenn Buick Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo...
It's Tenn Buick...
It's that hooligan shit
Go Tenn, go Tenn (x3)
If you a rap fan I got what you need
So put your middle fingers up and light your weed
See, people never understand what the fuck these dudes are sayin'
So they hear my bars and then they treat me like a Super Saiyan, they be like
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, I really like your flow Tenn
When you in my hood, I’m comin' to your show Tenn
Everybody and their whole crew wanna know Tenn
Fuck fire, spittin' venom like a snakebite
T-E-double-N I bring the drama like a playwright
I don’t play, right? I know you pissed off
If you wanna dance I could waltz like Christoph
Hear the DJ run it back now
Sheer bad man pon di track, now;
Old school to the new, you lookin' at the nexus
I be stoppin' busters on the block like Netflix
Yeah, but I ain't bout to chill
Need some really big rings, until these rappers call me Phil
If you don't know what I mean then you don’t really don’t know jack, son
I'mma climb a beanstalk and steal a fuckin' plaque son
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, how Tenn are you? I’m so Tenn
Got my money, motherfucker? Oh fa sho Tenn
Better pay me what you owe me, you don’t wanna owe Tenn
Yeah, the motivation’s always monetary
Me and the law be on that Tom and Jerry
X’ll mark the spot, I keep them comma’s buried
For my brothas locked up, we put it in the commissary
If you ain't a day one, better hold your commentary
Hooligans be wilder than Laura Ingalls on the prairie
You ain't get that bar, are you illiterate?
You just lookin' for someone to fight on Twitter with
Yeah brotha, hope your bank account is padded
I’m Daniel in a pair of white Vans, back at it
So tell me what’s the story son?
Flow is throwback, I put a booth in a DeLorean
Spittin' crack like I was on the pipe
Call me Channing Tatum cause it’s magic when I’m on the mic
I live and let die like James Bond would
Y’all tracks damage ears worse than Mr. Blonde could
You ain't a battle rapper, you ain't got no scars
You’re just a phone without a signal, you ain't got no bars
See, y’all ain't show me love, so I’m cold and gettin' meaner
Getting money leavin none for you, call you Gretchen Weiners
If you got a towel motherfucker, you should throw it in
If you wanna battle, bring your bars I'll take your dough again
You don’t be wanna be around the microphone, I’m goin in
Rippin' every fuckin' track, I take a breath and flow again
Tenn Buick on the speakers in your girl's car
Say she like my flow, I had her hooked from the first bar,
Better simmer down, I don’t care how bad the burns are
I'mma whoop your ass while your man be screamin' Worldstar
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, I just wanna be your bro Tenn
You spit the sickest shit, I wanna hear some mo' Tenn
You be on that Dirty Harry wit' a fo' fo' Tenn
[Outro]
Go Tenn, go Tenn
You punks feelin' lucky?
It's Tenn Buick...
Yo...
It's Tenn Buick...
It's that hooligan shit
Go Tenn, go Tenn (x3)
If you a rap fan I got what you need
So put your middle fingers up and light your weed
See, people never understand what the fuck these dudes are sayin'
So they hear my bars and then they treat me like a Super Saiyan, they be like
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, I really like your flow Tenn
When you in my hood, I’m comin' to your show Tenn
Everybody and their whole crew wanna know Tenn
Fuck fire, spittin' venom like a snakebite
T-E-double-N I bring the drama like a playwright
I don’t play, right? I know you pissed off
If you wanna dance I could waltz like Christoph
Hear the DJ run it back now
Sheer bad man pon di track, now;
Old school to the new, you lookin' at the nexus
I be stoppin' busters on the block like Netflix
Yeah, but I ain't bout to chill
Need some really big rings, until these rappers call me Phil
If you don't know what I mean then you don’t really don’t know jack, son
I'mma climb a beanstalk and steal a fuckin' plaque son
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, how Tenn are you? I’m so Tenn
Got my money, motherfucker? Oh fa sho Tenn
Better pay me what you owe me, you don’t wanna owe Tenn
Yeah, the motivation’s always monetary
Me and the law be on that Tom and Jerry
X’ll mark the spot, I keep them comma’s buried
For my brothas locked up, we put it in the commissary
If you ain't a day one, better hold your commentary
Hooligans be wilder than Laura Ingalls on the prairie
You ain't get that bar, are you illiterate?
You just lookin' for someone to fight on Twitter with
Yeah brotha, hope your bank account is padded
I’m Daniel in a pair of white Vans, back at it
So tell me what’s the story son?
Flow is throwback, I put a booth in a DeLorean
Spittin' crack like I was on the pipe
Call me Channing Tatum cause it’s magic when I’m on the mic
I live and let die like James Bond would
Y’all tracks damage ears worse than Mr. Blonde could
You ain't a battle rapper, you ain't got no scars
You’re just a phone without a signal, you ain't got no bars
See, y’all ain't show me love, so I’m cold and gettin' meaner
Getting money leavin none for you, call you Gretchen Weiners
If you got a towel motherfucker, you should throw it in
If you wanna battle, bring your bars I'll take your dough again
You don’t be wanna be around the microphone, I’m goin in
Rippin' every fuckin' track, I take a breath and flow again
Tenn Buick on the speakers in your girl's car
Say she like my flow, I had her hooked from the first bar,
Better simmer down, I don’t care how bad the burns are
I'mma whoop your ass while your man be screamin' Worldstar
Go Tenn go Tenn
Yo Tenn, I just wanna be your bro Tenn
You spit the sickest shit, I wanna hear some mo' Tenn
You be on that Dirty Harry wit' a fo' fo' Tenn
[Outro]
Go Tenn, go Tenn
You punks feelin' lucky?
It's Tenn Buick...