Tycoon

[Intro]

(Woo, woo)

(Blatt)

(Jump out)

(Woo)

(Bitch, jump out)

[Chorus]

No, I never hate on no man

I stay down, I stick to the plan

These checks, I go fuck 'em up (Up)

Decarnin my mind, my waistband

That lil' boy done ran out of luck (Luck)

I'm locked in, can't do no more playing (Skrrt)

And that trip on my hip, got it tucked

And my shoota gon' shoot, Pakistan (Stand)

And my shoota maneuver them bands

This lil Ruger gon' take down ya man

Know its shootas, we ride like a clan (Clan)

Shoot bazooka, we slide in a van (Shot a van)

I'm gon' boot up, got drank in my hand

Lace them boots up, don’t play in the sand

And she rollin' off molly, she geeked

She a freak, she suck dick with no hands

[Verse]

I can’t give these lil' niggas no dap (No dap)

When I see 'em them niggas get slapped

I ride with my fire on my lap (My lap)

And thе shit that you poppin', it's cap (Cap)

Oh you say you gon' do some to me? (To me?)

Thеy never go further than rap (Skrrt)

These niggas talk tough in a tweet

They never go further than apps

My young nigga beat down the trap

That’s my phonk, you can tell how we dap (Woo-hoo)

I feel like a tycoon

I feel like the biggest, the richest, no bap (No bap)

I'm geeked on the damn shrooms

That lil' psychedelic got me off the map (Slatt)

I cap on Pro Tools

I catch him in person and I'm like, "What's happenin'?"

On a pasture, that boy like some lambs

In L.A. and it's late, I'm a vamp

On the road, I'ma get me some checks

I might run that shit up 'til I cramp

[Chorus]

No, I never hate on no man (Skrrt)

I stay down, I stick to the plan

These checks, I go fuck 'em up (I fuck 'em up)

Decarnin my mind, my waistband

That lil' boy done ran out of luck (Luck)

I'm locked in, can't do no more playing

And that trip on my hip, got it tucked

And my shoota gon' shoot, Pakistan ('Stan)

And my shoota maneuver them bands

This lil Ruger gon' take down ya man

Know its shootas, we ride like a clan (Clan)

Shoot bazooka, we slide in a van

I'm gon' boot up, got drank in my hand

Lace them boots up, don’t play in the sand (In the sand)

And she rollin' off molly, she geeked (She geeked)

She a freak, she suck dick with no hands

[Outro]

(Boop)

(We ridin', we ridin')

(Pull up, pull up)

(Shoot, shoot)