Smith Wesson by Tyler Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
You fuckin' with New Trap Radio, bitch
[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
Bitch wanna fuck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that bitch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my pagе, yeah they stay refrеshing
Got some bad bitches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson
[Verse]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
Fuck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross
You gone have to pay, if you want the sauce
Serving these junkies, I do that a lot
Smoking this Backwood, I do that a lot
Can't fuck with that bitch, she wearing Crocs
Rob my plug, yeah did that boy bogus
You can't trust me, I been told 'em
And them poles I'm gonna tote 'em
Gun him down, and then dispose 'em
Pints, coming in by the dozen
Sip through that shit like it's nothing
This real lean this not no tussin
Roll another wood up, that shit bussin'
It's bussin, it's bussin, it's bussin
Yeah the Glocks they bussin'
Why the opps they fussin'?
Pull up, end of discussion
Pull up end of discussion
I only do them money discussions
Turn this bitch to Call of Duty no Russian
Pull out the K and the opps start rushing
Shots to the neck, got the blood gushing
Shoot at the opps like I was hunting
Everyday, yeah, I'm still hustling
Everyday, yeah, you still frontin'
[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
Bitch wanna fuck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that bitch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my page, yeah they stay refreshing
Got some bad bitches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson
[Outro]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
Fuck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross
Yeah, yeah
You fuckin' with New Trap Radio, bitch
[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
Bitch wanna fuck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that bitch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my pagе, yeah they stay refrеshing
Got some bad bitches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson
[Verse]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
Fuck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross
You gone have to pay, if you want the sauce
Serving these junkies, I do that a lot
Smoking this Backwood, I do that a lot
Can't fuck with that bitch, she wearing Crocs
Rob my plug, yeah did that boy bogus
You can't trust me, I been told 'em
And them poles I'm gonna tote 'em
Gun him down, and then dispose 'em
Pints, coming in by the dozen
Sip through that shit like it's nothing
This real lean this not no tussin
Roll another wood up, that shit bussin'
It's bussin, it's bussin, it's bussin
Yeah the Glocks they bussin'
Why the opps they fussin'?
Pull up, end of discussion
Pull up end of discussion
I only do them money discussions
Turn this bitch to Call of Duty no Russian
Pull out the K and the opps start rushing
Shots to the neck, got the blood gushing
Shoot at the opps like I was hunting
Everyday, yeah, I'm still hustling
Everyday, yeah, you still frontin'
[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
Bitch wanna fuck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that bitch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my page, yeah they stay refreshing
Got some bad bitches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson
[Outro]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
Fuck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross