The Neverending Mixtape – Tetris (feat. Stakes, VZN, Trip C, 724x & Denver) Lyrics

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes
While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace
I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris
Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this
The guap's the focus
I see posers, hopeless
Hold up, let me pour some lean in my cream soda
The bitches all fall down ring a ring of roses
I did it no witness, no Jehovah

Clock start ticking we don't got time
Stephen King, in control of the plotline
Ain't no ringer on my phone, going dolo
If you got a problem, just call up the hotline
Thumb flickering, come in the club kickin it
Rolling my blunts, licking em
What's in your cup, fine wine
Don't trip, me and homies is so trill
I'ma bag it with no deal
While I'm sagging, got no belt on
Bitch took it, I'm down in her neck
Looking for bountiful sex
Swerving the corner, I'm in her shorts on a mountain of checks
Got a disorder, I floor it then I move onto the next
Losing focus, right after I wrote this I bought her new breasts
I'm just playing, got a mink though
Put her on knees, she repay me with a deepthroat
Yeah I got her pleased, we replay it
Make a tape with our highlights
Sound like this shit should be the theme song

Come through faded, Ghost always crazy
Scared of who made me, turn so x-rated
Calling me papi, feel like Darth Vader
Dressed in all black, the wack ones get killed
It's a funeral every time I roll up in the club
Every time I roll up, roll up a whole dub
Rolexes on arms, your wrists turn to snubs
Cause we cut that shit so quick, so quick
I'm the boogieman, bitch, six six six six
And your baby coming through to the crib crib crib
Cause she know we always make that kitty drip, drip
Told you once told you twice
You run that lip then we leaving you in rice and you broken
Ain't nothing nice round here so stop hoping
Catcher in the Rye, I feel like I'm Holden
Pop you in the eye, you dying so slowly

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes
While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace
I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris
Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this

Whip that, pitch that
Then you better flip that
Hoe, this the get down
Bitch you better get back
Say you in the  streets with the nine
That's a big cap
In reality you dilly dally like a big cat
Pussy
Put a bullet straight through your head like boogie
You can see me straddling the edge, don't push me
Know you gotta crack a couple eggs for the gushy
Fiends on the meds till their brain get mushy
I'm ruining the neighborhood
Take a pack, make a stack same day, what's good
Work a nine to five, tell me why the f*ck I should
Bitch I'm getting fast money while I slang that wood
And I'm back in the streets with another one
I just only wish my brother had another gun
Took a shot to the head, he was sixteen
So I had to shout him out on the sixteen

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes
While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace
I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like it's Tetris
Talking bout the money, yeah sorry you wouldn't get this

I'm so gnarly, she ride me like a Harley
These hoes like the way I make 'em laugh, Chris Farley
I smoke a lot of ghetty green, this ain't no parsley
I'm pouring out this Cristal, bitch get off me
Often coughing what they put inside the Newports
Move or I'ma pop you with the blick that's in the Jansport
Man this thirty-eight'll have you in remedial classes
I'm deleting you bastards til I'm in Calabasas
Not too good at kiss assing, oops I mean ass kissing
Young D an assassin, pull the blade now you missing
Yeah I'm back to just spazzing, wiling out and shit
I don't eat ass and grits, strictly pussy that's it
You just a rookie that's pissed, I hock a loogie on your bitch
What she doing in the club if she ain't trying to show some tits
Try to tell me that I'm dumb, spent a dub on my wrist
Said what's the point of having a watch that don't even tick
Bitch I'm from the Sip but I'll drop you off in Memphis
Where the muthafuckin' killers stay, there ain't no arguing with them
When I pull up let the chopper spray, your soul will be suspended
Slap my dick up in that pole and then your bitch get to stripping
Oh you say you merked me then let's see a body
Most these rapping muthafuckas can't handle seeing bodies
I been stacking guala, now I got me a Fendi problem
Pussy boy try to step to me, I'm sending fifty problems
Rambling man, back again, strapped with the daringer
Pre-order your ambulance, young deranged character
Fucking off this cash advance, come up on the banister
Already the rapper but I'm tryna be the chancellor
Most of y'all sleep napping, I'm writing by candlelight
Get up out the streets rapping, tryna get my banter right
She up in the sheets cramping, cause we fucking every night
Sounds like I'm bragging but my penmanship is tight
Cock strong muthafucka with a need for parmesan
With some charms up on my arm, yeah you know my money long
Smoking dope like Cheech and Chong, what the f*ck I'm really on
Know these rappers just wannabes, yeah they really be my clones
Yeah the tape is triple H, way better than triple X
And my diamonds VVS, you better just watch your step
Cause we coming for your bread and taking everything that's left
We the hippest of the heads and we hopping down on your neck
Bitch