Lyrics The Lead - T.C.

The Lead

Aye-
Okay, okay, okay okay okay
Yuh
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
In this game I’m taking the lead
I might pull up and then I shoot a three
You talking shit on my name that’s geek
You know that all of my shooters on fleek
In this game I’m taking the lead
None of you bitches got nothing on me
Man I be doing shit like every week
Man I ain’t even close to my peak
Cus' bitch I’m the best
(I'm the best)
Like fuck all the rest
(aye)
You tryna sneak diss you have 24/7
These clowns they pull up we send them to heaven
You got guns but you cannot match
Your baby girl wants me to hit from the back
Lil' Bitches I walk around town with a strap
Thy say they want smoke but I know that it’s cap
If you got a problem with m lets wreck
I like to walk with a few Glocks and a Tec
Me and my brothers stay posted on deck
That boy wanna fight, I say that’s a bet
Walk in with my toolie I like what it do
You bitches act stupid we send you to school
They sending me shots but I ain’t got a clue
Got so many bitches I can’t even choose
In this game I’m taking the lead
I might pull up and then I shoot a three
You talking shit on my name that’s geek
You know that all of my shooters on fleek
In this game I’m taking the lead
None of you bitches got nothing on me
Man I be doing shit like every week
Man I ain’t even close to my peak
In this game I’m taking the lead
I can’t do beef got a family to feed
Your girl stay pressing me, I’m like please
I’m spitting these bars with Demmy on the beat
Three year relationship going on four
Day to day life always going on tour
On the line down by one I gotta score
Tell me why they always asking for more
I beat you with lyrics I don’t gotta fight
They all see the talent I don’t need no Ice
If you wanna battle, I might
Told em' when I see em', on sight
On sight
I’m serving candies like mike
Walk around town gang get smoked like a pipe
You hangin' with junkies don’t call that a life
It’s her and her friends, they ride like a trike
Sizz on me like I’m taking a flight
I switch up the flow air traffic
I got a tool I ain’t talking no ratchet
She want my Johnson Magic
.45 put em' dead in the casket
I got the Glock and I aim at his jacket
500 bucks what I made for the package
(yeah)
I got that heat in my pants no lie yeah I got a hot pocket
Big bags on me like I’m retired yeah you can just call me the socket
When I pull up, they crossing the street
The level I’m playing you cannot compete
Get out of the kitchen, watch out for the heat
I can’t have no girl, I’m just gonna cheat
Cut me a line, I blow it up quick
I’m fucking your girl and she begging for dick
Run up on the gang and I pull out the stick
I’m splashing a three and you’re shooting a brick
Pull up at the Motel 6
Got a couple of girlies on my dick
Got a couple of hoes two twins
(hoes, hoes)
She be throwing it back, too thick
In this game I’m taking the lead
I’m hitting a lick and I’m piecing the scene
You’ve been fucking your bitch but she calling for me
If it ain’t got the Louis I don’t wanna see