Tyke

You aint gotta litsten
Still ima tell you little story bout life
They want you smoked lil nigga
But you got some hope lil nigga
When you sell dope just make sure you tote
Be ready to blow these lil niggas
Bitches gonacheat and niggas to
Dont do the same shit that bitches do
Bitches gona fuck you for jimmy choos
They gon put holes in your jimmies to
Really trap jumping like vertical
They tried to track me i hurtle hoes
Shells like a turtle it's screaming out murder
The wound that its leaving ain't surgical
If you dont got it then chase a bag
Niggas gon look at u never lack
fiend wanted change u sell em crack
If u rob a chain dont give it back
Dont let em look at u yelling slat
Talking bout gang and this and dat
All of thats chitter chat
When u get in a beef
You gona be asking where killers at

Hook

You aint gotta listen
Still ima tell u
lil story of my life
I was born in the kitchen
i aint being sarcastic
Literally with the mice
Momma said i dont listen
Said i was a lil tyke
Runnin round stealing peoples bikes
Then i started shooting dice
Starting selling white
Then i started shooting strap
Always knew i was a tyke X2

BRIDGE

And your momma aint perfect
And your daddy he worthless
Just know your worth shit
You got a purpose
They gona try you
Just do the same shit that i do
Keep these niggas at a distance
Make sure you shoot with precision X2

HOOK

You aint gotta listen
Still ima tell u
lil story of my life
I was born in the kitchen
i aint being sarcastic
Literally with the mice
Momma said i dont listen
Said i was a lil tyke
Runnin round stealing peoples bikes
Then i started shooting dice
Starting selling white
Then i started shooting strap
Always knew i was a tyke