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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Alexander Harris
Tyler Alexander Harris
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Alexander Harris
Tyler Alexander Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Analog
Jay Analog
Engineer

Lyrics

What's up wit it hoe?
How you talkin' bout that life but you ain't never live it though?
I don't want yo baby momma, you ain't gotta panic
Cut off bird brain bitches now they callin' me "Satanic" (uh)
Don't you understand it? Yo man is a sucker
Don't take me for granted, I'ma watch ya suffer
And now I'm finna power up like Super Saiyan colors
Put my whole fam on like we watch the Wayans brothers
"T.Y.E. a square!"
"T.Y.E. a scary dude!"
'Errbody hate Chris but my sis'-in-law, she married dude
Tye be fuckin' white chicks, like a very few
Got my muscle up and now I pop my shit like Terry Crews
"Who I smoke?"
Nobody, but if I did I wouldn't tell a soul you wouldn't know 'bout it
I be flyin' solo, I don't really need no co-pilot
She walked a thousand miles but I prefer a bitch with low mileage
"T.Y.E. he so childish"
Watchu mean grow up?
I don't trust that label they don't work until he blow up
Fifty on his head so they can make his streams go up
Lucious Lyon ass **** have yo "Empire" to' up
Square ass ****, anger problems, try to fight it ****
Piss me off, I like it ****
Don't get me excited ****
How you playin gangsta games and then serve up indictments ****?
I don't wanna hurt 'em like its Jake Paul vs Tyson, ****
(uh, uh)
(pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)
That's the silencer
Written by: Tyler Alexander Harris
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