Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tycoon, artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
Tycoon |
| She diggin' in the ash tray 'cause she a doobie smoker |
| Jumpin' out this red Rari with this Super Soaker |
| Wheelchair can’t save you, niggas’ll push you over |
| Sour Patch inside this wood, got a different odor |
| Ay, cussin' out my bitch, hardly ever sober |
| I be cussin' out my nigga, he done sold the blower (Theodork) |
| Suckers out here loafin', we gon' blow his motor |
| Old ass trey five seven, you guys deserve a holster |
| Post to poke him in the pen but you ain’t get the kite |
| It ain’t no option when you bangin', bitch, this shit for life (Pebbles) |
| Wockesha and lil' Trisha got me missin' flights |
| I’m finna blow down on this hoe, I think she in the heights |
| Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through» |
| Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too |
| Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight |
| Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced |
| You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too |
| Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too |
| Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck |
| For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh |
| Free Scalene, I’ll never buy a bitch Celine |
| Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem |
| Cha-ching, yeah, that’s the chicken callin' |
| Them little fiddles that you owe me, I ain’t trippin' off it |
| She sprinkle powder on her nipple, I’m a sniff it off it |
| 100 G’s for all them P’s, I’m finna get it off 'em, yeah |
| I’m sippin' often, that’s the only thing that heal a nigga |
| You better not cry 'bout my death until you kill a nigga |
| Wolfin' on the Mozzy, you for real, my nigga? |
| Like I ain’t put a chain around you when you came around me |
| You ain’t gon squeeze when it get greasy, you can’t hang around me |
| We never loafin', rather play the bounty, on Pebbles |
| Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through» |
| Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too |
| Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight |
| Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced |
| You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too |
| Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too |
| Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck |
| For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh |