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“t̶i̶p̶ t̶o̶e̶ 4̶ drip po fo” - wyt mic lyrics

i be tip toein in my kobe’s uhh
all deez mumble rappers buncha phonies uhh
dubba cup sippin purpa codeine uhh
rocking breitling no time for rollies uhh
hit da og weed till i’m zoning uhh
b*tch i ain’t a bank i dont be loaning uhh
f*ck the gov don give a d*mn bout no voting uhh
shouldaz sore from allda gunz dat we be toting uhh

muddied up da hummer like weez in vietnam man
wyt mic and dale dan b*tterscotch tan fam
poe up da foe betta sip n don’t slam
this the tip toeing foe flow put ya career in a jam
ignore da hate mail and weirdos like slim shady did stan
writing verses disperse em pay me one hunnid grand
bossed up my business made man wyt mic da brand
gangreen leadin my peoples chief executive in command
busy drawin up plans when u was playin wit crayons
i make time for my fans but bet i stay watchin handz
my frenchys a goon considah him my best frandd
bad b*tch c*ckin ham her kissin triggas ba blamm
sun we hot box sedans bomb em like afghani sands
my money so long dat im spendin spanned bandz
jewelery vvs flooded like i blew up the dam
roll up so many grams i could be calvin or cam
aced the rap game exam i never sank i just swam
all my music is cooking, panned out just how i planned
supply train stay slammed my hydro in high demand
rappers salty like spam cuz im gettin them canned
flaunting full auto saws all battle stations are manned
built up an mpire im gearin up to expand
st mike here i am bless the land judge the d*mned
emoji rappers k!llin the culture f*ck that i’m takin a stand

i be tip toein in my kobe’s uhh
all deez mumble rappers buncha phonies uhh
dubba cup sippin purpa codeine uhh
rocking breitling no time for rollies uhh
hit da cali weed till i’m zoning uhh
b*tch i ain’t a bank i dont be loaning uhh
f*ck the gov don give a d*mn bout no voting uhh
shouldaz sore from allda gunz dat we be toting uhh

street style snapping i’m rockin eptm
man my drip so amazing i coulda never have dreampt
wyt mic with some wealth finally i’m makin them m’s
convertin dead presidents into some fresh swiss bank francs then back in 2 benjamin’s

but money don’t mean jack sh*t when i die measure me by my friends
i’m like mac mix in vanilla plus sum old school eminem
im an american gangsta in charge squad boss and gm
i’m a rare motherf*cker i swear i’m such a gem
makin haters so sick all y’all froats full of flemm
gangreen screaming f*ck dem
f*ck wit us risk your life chop your top lose your limbs
and if you ask me all you rappers ain’t that real you pretend

- wyt mic lyrics

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