tyrelltokyo! - So Much Fun Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, how you coming
Bro want smoke with me, I'll smoke him on the track, that's how I'm running
Bro want smoke with me, I'll push his ass down, that's how i'm stunting
Niggas hate on me, hating on greatness, what im bumping

Getting that bag, getting that guap
You know I can't stop, you know I can't pop
We on his ass, we number one
We get that bag, but we not done
We super hot, just like the sun
We blaze a trail, and then it's up
We on the track, like London
We get the green, it's so much fun

My flow immaculate (yea), it's not an accident (nah)
No I ain't playing games (nah), f*ck what Simon said (yea)
They steady talking shit (yea), It's not making sense (nah)
Make it make sense (yea), or I ain't listening (nah)

I ain't listening, to what you gotta say
If you can't say it to my face, then get up out the way
Niggas steady hating, steady drinking hate-orade
I don't give a flying f*ck, nigga I'm so fly

I blow the horn, I blow the horn, I blow the horn three times
I blow the horn, I let it go, and then I push rewind
I play the Trumpet, so I let it blow everytime
Saying all type of shit, as long as it rhyme

Yea, tyrelltokyo! on the track right now
Yea, it's been a while, but i'm back for real this time
Even when it's dark, just know one day the sun gone shine
Yall ain't seen nothing yet, cause I ain't touched my prime

Yea, yea, yea, how you coming
Bro want smoke with me, I'll smoke him on the track, that's how I'm running
Bro want smoke with me, I'll push his ass down, that's how i'm stunting
Niggas hate on me, hating on greatness, what im bumping

Getting that bag, getting that guap
You know I can't stop, you know I can't pop
We on they ass, we number one
We get that bag, but we not done
We super hot, just like the sun
We blaze a trail, and then it's up
We on the track, like London
We get the green, it's so much fun