Be In There (Ton Of Em)*

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[Intro]

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Chorus]

Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn

You know Gucci let it Flare and he pass it to his man

Got a bat and glove on, he don't hold it in his hand

And he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land

Or he throw it in the water, make him dig it out the sand, aye

Scratch out the cereal, we call that shit a Cheerio

And then they taking clothes off and bleaching that material, I'm gone

[Verse]

Aye

They be wishing death on me like 50 Cent

Many men, many, many, many, men, trust me, therе's a ton of them

I should probably be in therе with Thug and 'nem

Or be in there with Gun and them, if they locking niggas up for

Growing up around some hitters tryna govern them or

Building something from the bottom with your brothers down, aye

Jay Skull, get hot, he an oven head, aye

Spent some bands but I never fall in love again

Winning not enough for me, I like to be petty bout' it

Dropping number one and when it's done, I just forget about it

Ahh, you think you know what happened cause you read about it

Ahh, give me head and don't get in your head about it

Chris night forces the only time I force it

I told her get a bag and some shoes and some more shit

She heard I got a girl and I bought her even more shit

Don't tell me what you heard if you can't tell me who the source is

Ahh, I had a sixth sense at 21

How the fuck did the 6 let in 21?

Older women always told me I was one of one

She was 30 when we sex, that was 21

I be talking to the DA like that nigga dumb, what

You be talking to the DA like, "Yeah, he the one", what

You almost 50 but you rapping like you 21

Where the fuck they do that at aside from where you from?

[Chorus]

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn

You know Gucci let it Flare and he pass it to his man

Got a bat and glove on, he don't hold it in his hand

And he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land

Or he throw it in the water, make him dig it out the sand, aye

Scratched out the cereal, we call that shit a Cheerio

And then they taking clothes off and bleaching that material, I'm gone