[Verse 1]
Fucked up with my best shorty simpin' for the broads
Crushed when she discovered that her nigga was a whore
I said I'm 22, I never did this shit before
I was lost, with Phony Ppl gettin it on tours
Young dummy, quick to hit it with no remorse
Then diss the bitch, I'm sorry for my temper
I'm a Taurus, you annoyin'
I sent this shit to Tiller and he called me like "I feel this"
Wouldn't think that he would steal it but it's business
Be a fool to take it personal
Shit is never shade
Cause the ones tryna play ya be the same niggas worshipped you
Shame it ain't work for you
Shit, I'm living great
Not engaged in with the lames and celebs you celebrate
Kissing ass for attention, flickin' pictures for a name
When they ain't writin' iller when a pen'll hit the page
Soulect singer niggas sit 'em in their Gravez
No NY emcee can pen a hit as hot as me
I'm Dyme-A-Jeter
Flexin' on Felicia text, she flexible
I keep her on her toes like a ballerina
Said she's an aspiring singer
If it ain't bout the throat, I ain't tryna see her
I don't R&B her
No kisses, no hickies, no make up on collars
Hoe, I need the dome strictly
Know the dick fire when she call the phone tipsy
Knowin' that my shorty know my code, hoes risky
Man, keepin it a band I been ya sensei
Damn, sonned you from the 'net since I was 16
Fam, socked 'em in his shit and he was 6'5
Never been a punk nigga, fuck a ripped jean, damn
Threw it back I can't believe the way it's rippling
Tommy switch it with the choppa make this shit sing
Like it's *NSYNC
Borrowed that bar from Jack Harlow
Y'all hardly go hard, go against me
Cheese told me we gon' blow up eventually
You should be in ???
Givin' roses for his six feet
I be going hard for another six weeks
Industry is shady but the clique deep
Time for a new Presi' got your wind piece
Since we need another head for the feat
I need a arm and a leg how I'm bodying this shit
(SHEESH!)
Just practice
Name another nigga doin' it like Dyme
Just askin'
You need to tap back in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stumblin' drunk tho
'Til I be with a thick bitch
Said don't give a fuck and I ain't sorry for this shit
Cuz my bitch in Miami for New Years, holidays & Christmas
And this shit gettin' lonely
I can't take fires of this shit
I try not to tell our business
Lil' nigga why you run to Twitter like a boy?
Spillin' over cuz them feelings is ignored
Fuck your bitch gettin' visible when I score
Why you still treating this shit like it's a sport?
This is practice!
Just practice
Name a nigga do it like Dyme
Just askin'
You need to tap back in
GO 2
Fucked up with my best shorty simpin' for the broads
Crushed when she discovered that her nigga was a whore
I said I'm 22, I never did this shit before
I was lost, with Phony Ppl gettin it on tours
Young dummy, quick to hit it with no remorse
Then diss the bitch, I'm sorry for my temper
I'm a Taurus, you annoyin'
I sent this shit to Tiller and he called me like "I feel this"
Wouldn't think that he would steal it but it's business
Be a fool to take it personal
Shit is never shade
Cause the ones tryna play ya be the same niggas worshipped you
Shame it ain't work for you
Shit, I'm living great
Not engaged in with the lames and celebs you celebrate
Kissing ass for attention, flickin' pictures for a name
When they ain't writin' iller when a pen'll hit the page
Soulect singer niggas sit 'em in their Gravez
No NY emcee can pen a hit as hot as me
I'm Dyme-A-Jeter
Flexin' on Felicia text, she flexible
I keep her on her toes like a ballerina
Said she's an aspiring singer
If it ain't bout the throat, I ain't tryna see her
I don't R&B her
No kisses, no hickies, no make up on collars
Hoe, I need the dome strictly
Know the dick fire when she call the phone tipsy
Knowin' that my shorty know my code, hoes risky
Man, keepin it a band I been ya sensei
Damn, sonned you from the 'net since I was 16
Fam, socked 'em in his shit and he was 6'5
Never been a punk nigga, fuck a ripped jean, damn
Threw it back I can't believe the way it's rippling
Tommy switch it with the choppa make this shit sing
Like it's *NSYNC
Borrowed that bar from Jack Harlow
Y'all hardly go hard, go against me
Cheese told me we gon' blow up eventually
You should be in ???
Givin' roses for his six feet
I be going hard for another six weeks
Industry is shady but the clique deep
Time for a new Presi' got your wind piece
Since we need another head for the feat
I need a arm and a leg how I'm bodying this shit
(SHEESH!)
Just practice
Name another nigga doin' it like Dyme
Just askin'
You need to tap back in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stumblin' drunk tho
'Til I be with a thick bitch
Said don't give a fuck and I ain't sorry for this shit
Cuz my bitch in Miami for New Years, holidays & Christmas
And this shit gettin' lonely
I can't take fires of this shit
I try not to tell our business
Lil' nigga why you run to Twitter like a boy?
Spillin' over cuz them feelings is ignored
Fuck your bitch gettin' visible when I score
Why you still treating this shit like it's a sport?
This is practice!
Just practice
Name a nigga do it like Dyme
Just askin'
You need to tap back in
GO 2
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