tapeonmywrist*
[Intro - DJ MDG]
Ted? Who's that?
[Chorus - tedonthebeat]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
Fuck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your shit wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
[Verse 1 - tedonthebeat]
Switch it up, I guess Teddy never miss
Flowin' on my track, bitch you know I made the beat
Leave you full of holes like a cheese, that swiss
My car full of hoes, and they guys, that's sweet
Uh, go too hard, I got a headache
7 albums, all that shit just for the fans, ay
Never left my prime, you can't call me Drake
I'm stealin' a line, man they thought I was-
I don't even think about it
Commit a crime every day when I murder this beat
Can't even dream about it
And I can't blow up, lettin' y'all gatekeep
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I can't rhyme, bout to hit you with a (Bleep)
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I always switch the sound, Teddy takin' a new leap
[Chorus - tedonthebeat, Young Wuffy, DJ MDG]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
Fuck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your shit wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch (Uh) Ted, you're stupid
[Verse 2 - Young Wuffy]
Sent that bitch home with a limp, huh
Sent that bitch home with a limp, uh
Sent that bitch home with a limp, know what I'm saying?
Man, these hoes, I'm a pimp
Like, we really be doing that shit
Like, we really be droppin' them hits
If he talkin' that shit he get hit
Glock a (BOOM)
And that bitch got a dick
That bitch is a nut, why the fuck would I hit?
And that bitch is a hoe, she's a slut
There's not even one reason why I should fuck
If you walk down know we better put your gun up
And I'm never goin' down, bitch, I'm going up
That lil bitch want me to pay for her lashes
If you wanna race, we can see who the fastest
Smokin' them opps, bitch I'm smoking they ashes
And Ted cookin' up but he don't use a pot
If he talk down he get smoked like some pot
[?] down the lot
He tried to run but that n got got
And Ted go crazy every time that he drop
Ted? Who's that?
[Chorus - tedonthebeat]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
Fuck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your shit wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
[Verse 1 - tedonthebeat]
Switch it up, I guess Teddy never miss
Flowin' on my track, bitch you know I made the beat
Leave you full of holes like a cheese, that swiss
My car full of hoes, and they guys, that's sweet
Uh, go too hard, I got a headache
7 albums, all that shit just for the fans, ay
Never left my prime, you can't call me Drake
I'm stealin' a line, man they thought I was-
I don't even think about it
Commit a crime every day when I murder this beat
Can't even dream about it
And I can't blow up, lettin' y'all gatekeep
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I can't rhyme, bout to hit you with a (Bleep)
Thirty minutes all I need, go ahead make a new hit
Hundred bands for the beat, and you know that's me
First song of the year, and I'm leaving it for cheap
I always switch the sound, Teddy takin' a new leap
[Chorus - tedonthebeat, Young Wuffy, DJ MDG]
Uh, I feel like ruining my life
Fuck with me, know my homies got a knife
Your shit wack, think I'm gonna take your wife
Turning up, realest one up in the light
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch
Tape on my wrist, looking like a rich bitch (Uh) Ted, you're stupid
[Verse 2 - Young Wuffy]
Sent that bitch home with a limp, huh
Sent that bitch home with a limp, uh
Sent that bitch home with a limp, know what I'm saying?
Man, these hoes, I'm a pimp
Like, we really be doing that shit
Like, we really be droppin' them hits
If he talkin' that shit he get hit
Glock a (BOOM)
And that bitch got a dick
That bitch is a nut, why the fuck would I hit?
And that bitch is a hoe, she's a slut
There's not even one reason why I should fuck
If you walk down know we better put your gun up
And I'm never goin' down, bitch, I'm going up
That lil bitch want me to pay for her lashes
If you wanna race, we can see who the fastest
Smokin' them opps, bitch I'm smoking they ashes
And Ted cookin' up but he don't use a pot
If he talk down he get smoked like some pot
[?] down the lot
He tried to run but that n got got
And Ted go crazy every time that he drop