Lil Yachty, Tierra Whack - T.D Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

Lil Yachty & Tierra Whack Presents the Latest Song Lyrics of 'T.D' From the Album 'Lil Boat 3'. The Music Audio is Produced by Lil Yachty & 30 Roc and the Song Featuring Tyler, the Creator & a$ap Rocky. The Song Was Released at 'Lil Boat' Official Youtube Channel on May 29th, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: T.D (Lyric)
Album: Lil Boat 3
Artist: Lil Yachty, Tierra Whack
Producer: Lil Yachty & 30 Roc
Featuring: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky
Writer: Tierra Whack, Verbal, Pharrell Williams
Writer: 30 Roc, WISE (Japan), RYO-Z (Japan)
Writer: ILMARI (イルマリ), Tyler, The Creator
Writer: A$AP Rocky & Lil Yachty.
Music Label: Lil Boat
Released Date: May 29th, 2020.


T.D Lyrics:

Woah
I'm in this bi**h like ayy, damn
I'm in this bi**h like ayy
I'm in this bi**h like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bi**h like ayy
I'm in his bi**h like ayy

I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I'ma need me a bi**h before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Rapping around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't back down

Take a bi**h, yeah, I got a sack now
fu**ing bad bi**hes, I will blow a bi**h back now (Fuck)

Woah
I'm in this bi**h like ayy, damn
I'm in this bi**h like ayy
I'm in this bi**h like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bi**h like ayy
I'm in his bi**h like ayy (Uh, I'm in his bi**h)

Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When shit wasn't sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We aingt have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)
Like who wanna match? I'm running the maps
I run it like laps, they running in last

I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)
Back up in that bi**h skating (Skating)
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm saying (Bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)
n***a, don't make me wait too long (Yeah)
Flipping rates of that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My bi**h watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long

Um
It's young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don't like guns
I talk love, but I don't got none
They talk charts, but they don't got one
You got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour
n****s came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt em
And still came out on top, now that's power
Fuck they respect, I won't miss a step, I won't intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bi**h, I feel like Juvie
Raw as fuck, bi**h, I feel like sushi

Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck looking like a thot in labor
But it's going up like it's an escalator
Boys going down like Titanic sailor
Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, n***a
I'm ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)
That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y'all small fries for example, n***a, um
Don't run with the ride-a-long, n***a
n***a, I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall
Little ass bi**h, nah, you aingt in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, n***a
Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically claimed, they gassing you up
I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)
That's why we not in the same bracket of tax
I'm that n***a, bi**h

I did it all with the passion, I'm a god in this fashion
n****s tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick
Heard the bi**h was talking shit, so I caught him in traffic
I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
Slow down, you are spitting everywhere, ugh
I'm good, you could take it all away (Yeah)
I'm God, you follow me cause I know the way (God)
I'm in Philly and we all fly (Huh)
If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee)
On your new picture, we archive (Ugh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bi**h, chose the wrong side (Ooh)
Mob ties, bi**h, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhyming like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back
Big Whack making n****s take herbal and naps
These hoes can't rap, they need a permanent pack
I aingt fu**ing with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I'm bored
Okay, I'm tired
Sleepy, huh

Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (Else)
Looking so good, I might ride myself (Self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)
Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)
Twenty-two, I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)

My twin sisters both white as milk (Milk)
Maybach inside came soft as silk (Silk)
Put a bi**h on the molly, now she tilts
This bi**h been killed, built like a crushed can
Making rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
fu**ing on a bi**h and she sound like a hype man
Looking for a fly n***a, I'm what you type in (Go)
Been counted out since I could count (Yes)
Got a public and a private account (Yes)
For my bank and not my Insta', bi**h


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