T.R.O.Y. by The Great Outdoors Lyrics
[Verse 1: Dave The Raptor]
I'm the steezy ass nigga that you heard about
Peezy here, giant ass feet and a dirty mouth
Bet you heard a bunch of jive shit through the word and mouth
But i'm just a skinny ass nigga from the dirty south
'Side in Philadelphia where niggas take envying over helping you
I ruin shit for you and your homies fucking jabronies man
I hate 'em, man I swear that I hate 'em
Fucking amazing I just blaze it, chill and try to erase them with this eraser man
I'm tired of the lying 'bout being flyer then toxicated
Times are changing and i'm just sitting back and contemplating
How these rap niggas can making rapping so complicated
Rap is what i'm saving, beats it what i'm raping
But I tend to throw pills back and kill raps
And kick it with hoes with more curves then Hot Wheels tracks
I'm not a murderer but i kill raps and any faggot i come across that i feel is whack
I'm not buying it, leaving you niggas sobbing and crying
Thats what happens when you rap niggas get from tigers to lions nigga
Walk into the great out, plotting on the stink out
When me and my homies and tenderomies are eating takeout
[Verse 2: Dizzy Santana]
She saved all the chit-chat, i thought you have guns that go click-clack, forget that, she sweeter then a Kit-Kat
Swagger on a bar cool, fresher then a tic tac
I spit crack, to keep these shawtys grabbing where my dick at
Grab the microphone and get bitch slapped
I'm the steezy ass nigga that you heard about
Peezy here, giant ass feet and a dirty mouth
Bet you heard a bunch of jive shit through the word and mouth
But i'm just a skinny ass nigga from the dirty south
'Side in Philadelphia where niggas take envying over helping you
I ruin shit for you and your homies fucking jabronies man
I hate 'em, man I swear that I hate 'em
Fucking amazing I just blaze it, chill and try to erase them with this eraser man
I'm tired of the lying 'bout being flyer then toxicated
Times are changing and i'm just sitting back and contemplating
How these rap niggas can making rapping so complicated
Rap is what i'm saving, beats it what i'm raping
But I tend to throw pills back and kill raps
And kick it with hoes with more curves then Hot Wheels tracks
I'm not a murderer but i kill raps and any faggot i come across that i feel is whack
I'm not buying it, leaving you niggas sobbing and crying
Thats what happens when you rap niggas get from tigers to lions nigga
Walk into the great out, plotting on the stink out
When me and my homies and tenderomies are eating takeout
[Verse 2: Dizzy Santana]
She saved all the chit-chat, i thought you have guns that go click-clack, forget that, she sweeter then a Kit-Kat
Swagger on a bar cool, fresher then a tic tac
I spit crack, to keep these shawtys grabbing where my dick at
Grab the microphone and get bitch slapped