Touchable
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โฑ๏ธ 2:15 duration
๐ ID: 5925790
๐ Lyrics
Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable
Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids
Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?
And all the glitter from yo neck is blinding me, shit
I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now
This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming it at RuPaul
Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers
Mr. Big Bank buddha, that's Mr. Big Bank uchie
Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
My hitman actually went to school with me
I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
I don't have no time for no buffoonery
Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the Hills
I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me
Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed
Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up
These rap nigga corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em
This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes
Nigga seen a pump, then he scream, "He got asthma"
Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
It's three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip
Lyin' 'bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers
I'm a demon, Ghetto heathen, believe me
Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's
Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber
Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you
Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up
Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
Like his ass in time out, you notice I'll put a switch on him
I'm from the Stinc Team, and we don't do big homies
Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry
He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass
I'd advise you to block me
Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick
Bitch you really don't want no beef, you should drop it
Just dance, Tommy the clown ass nigga
R.I.P. with the pound right it front out
Paint a nigga, you a clown, is your crusty?
Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty
Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
Rush Hour bitch I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust 'em
Mae Ling, so Young, my watch is not two-tone
Bald head Caillou's, I need all the blue ones
I spent my life running from shooting newton
Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to 'em
The Ruler
We know the truth
We know what's going on
Touchable nigga, hmm
Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids
Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?
And all the glitter from yo neck is blinding me, shit
I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now
This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming it at RuPaul
Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers
Mr. Big Bank buddha, that's Mr. Big Bank uchie
Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
My hitman actually went to school with me
I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
I don't have no time for no buffoonery
Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the Hills
I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me
Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed
Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up
These rap nigga corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em
This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes
Nigga seen a pump, then he scream, "He got asthma"
Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
It's three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip
Lyin' 'bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers
I'm a demon, Ghetto heathen, believe me
Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's
Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber
Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you
Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up
Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
Like his ass in time out, you notice I'll put a switch on him
I'm from the Stinc Team, and we don't do big homies
Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry
He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass
I'd advise you to block me
Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick
Bitch you really don't want no beef, you should drop it
Just dance, Tommy the clown ass nigga
R.I.P. with the pound right it front out
Paint a nigga, you a clown, is your crusty?
Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty
Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
Rush Hour bitch I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust 'em
Mae Ling, so Young, my watch is not two-tone
Bald head Caillou's, I need all the blue ones
I spent my life running from shooting newton
Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to 'em
The Ruler
We know the truth
We know what's going on
Touchable nigga, hmm
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable
[00:02.55] Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids
[00:05.08] Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?
[00:07.73] And all the glitter from yo neck is blinding me, shit
[00:10.86] I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now
[00:12.35] This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming it at RuPaul
[00:15.39] Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers
[00:17.32] Mr. Big Bank buddha, that's Mr. Big Bank uchie
[00:20.36] Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
[00:23.17] Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
[00:25.85] My hitman actually went to school with me
[00:28.16] I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
[00:30.40] I don't have no time for no buffoonery
[00:32.87] Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the Hills
[00:35.43] I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
[00:37.81] Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me
[00:40.17] Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed
[00:43.15] Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up
[00:45.22] These rap nigga corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em
[00:48.00] This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes
[00:50.45] Nigga seen a pump, then he scream, "He got asthma"
[00:53.01] Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
[00:55.07] It's three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip
[00:58.21] Lyin' 'bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
[01:00.76] Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers
[01:03.38] I'm a demon, Ghetto heathen, believe me
[01:05.59] Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's
[01:07.87] Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
[01:10.50] Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber
[01:13.23] Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you
[01:15.81] Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up
[01:18.61] Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
[01:20.38] Like his ass in time out, you notice I'll put a switch on him
[01:23.50] I'm from the Stinc Team, and we don't do big homies
[01:25.55] Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry
[01:28.65] He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass
[01:31.85] I'd advise you to block me
[01:33.85] Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
[01:36.18] Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick
[01:38.72] Bitch you really don't want no beef, you should drop it
[01:41.32] Just dance, Tommy the clown ass nigga
[01:44.13] R.I.P. with the pound right it front out
[01:46.58] Paint a nigga, you a clown, is your crusty?
[01:48.83] Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty
[01:51.00] Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
[01:53.32] Rush Hour bitch I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust 'em
[01:56.13] Mae Ling, so Young, my watch is not two-tone
[01:58.68] Bald head Caillou's, I need all the blue ones
[02:01.17] I spent my life running from shooting newton
[02:03.75] Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to 'em
[02:06.19] The Ruler
[02:07.94] We know the truth
[02:09.08] We know what's going on
[02:12.17] Touchable nigga, hmm
[02:14.06]
[00:02.55] Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was touchin' kids
[00:05.08] Weird niggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?
[00:07.73] And all the glitter from yo neck is blinding me, shit
[00:10.86] I guess it's time for me to speak my truth now
[00:12.35] This nina got a dick on it, I'm aiming it at RuPaul
[00:15.39] Dilated pupils, .45's no rugers
[00:17.32] Mr. Big Bank buddha, that's Mr. Big Bank uchie
[00:20.36] Big back uchie face, Mae Ling, Susan Lee
[00:23.17] Oh God, I just love just what you do to me
[00:25.85] My hitman actually went to school with me
[00:28.16] I don't want no paisas in my jewelry
[00:30.40] I don't have no time for no buffoonery
[00:32.87] Nice long ruler clips, my mansion's in the Hills
[00:35.43] I'll headshot any nigga tryna cancel beef
[00:37.81] Police ass niggas, in my ear, stop harassing me
[00:40.17] Catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed
[00:43.15] Five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up
[00:45.22] These rap nigga corny, I'll slap the shit out 'em
[00:48.00] This is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes
[00:50.45] Nigga seen a pump, then he scream, "He got asthma"
[00:53.01] Even store runners can learn about gymnastics
[00:55.07] It's three hundred in a duffle you know bitch do a backflip
[00:58.21] Lyin' 'bout shit he don't do, he's the captain
[01:00.76] Capper, I came with the flu flammers and jackers
[01:03.38] I'm a demon, Ghetto heathen, believe me
[01:05.59] Beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in Neiman's
[01:07.87] Leave a nigga like a scarecrow, tonight is like Jeepers Creepers
[01:10.50] Two letters on a chop made him sing like Justin Bieber
[01:13.23] Oh, how many bodies you got? I don't believe you
[01:15.81] Put these tips on you, I'll split your rig, run-up
[01:18.61] Man, this chop got Bruce Lee kick on it
[01:20.38] Like his ass in time out, you notice I'll put a switch on him
[01:23.50] I'm from the Stinc Team, and we don't do big homies
[01:25.55] Finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry
[01:28.65] He wanted to at me on Twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass
[01:31.85] I'd advise you to block me
[01:33.85] Chop hitting harder than Balboa Rocky
[01:36.18] Street sweeper but I came in with a mop stick
[01:38.72] Bitch you really don't want no beef, you should drop it
[01:41.32] Just dance, Tommy the clown ass nigga
[01:44.13] R.I.P. with the pound right it front out
[01:46.58] Paint a nigga, you a clown, is your crusty?
[01:48.83] Disgusting, fuck me, I should have been on Musty
[01:51.00] Funny ass niggas all look like Chris Tucker
[01:53.32] Rush Hour bitch I'm looking for Juntao, I'm finna bust 'em
[01:56.13] Mae Ling, so Young, my watch is not two-tone
[01:58.68] Bald head Caillou's, I need all the blue ones
[02:01.17] I spent my life running from shooting newton
[02:03.75] Pull the Double R to the block, to do it to 'em
[02:06.19] The Ruler
[02:07.94] We know the truth
[02:09.08] We know what's going on
[02:12.17] Touchable nigga, hmm
[02:14.06]