Blanq Beats - Go Tenn lyrics

[Intro] Yo... It's Tenn Buick... It's that hooligan sh** n***a... Go Tenn, go Tenn (x3) If you a rap fan I got what you need So put your middle fingers up and light your weed See, people never understand what the f** these dudes are sayin' So they hear my bars and then they treat me like a Super Saiyan, they be like Go Tenn go Tenn Yo Tenn, I really like your flow Tenn When you in my hood, I'm comin' to your show Tenn Everybody and their whole crew wanna know Tenn f** fire, spittin' venom like a snakebite T-E-double-N I bring the drama like a playwright I don't play, right? I know you pissed off If you wanna dance I could waltz like Christoph Hear the DJ run it back, n***a Sheer bad man pon di track, n***a Old school to the new, you lookin' at the nexus I be stoppin' busters on the block like Netflix Yeah, but I ain't bout to chill Need some really big rings, until these n***as call me Phil If you don't know what I mean then you don't really don't know jack, son I'mma climb a beanstalk and steal a f**in' plaque son Go Tenn go Tenn Yo Tenn, how Tenn are you? I'm so Tenn Got my money, motherf**er? Oh fa sho Tenn Better pay me what you owe me, you don't wanna owe Tenn Yeah, the motivation's always monetary Me and the law be on that Tom and Jerry X'll mark the spot, I keep them comma's buried For my n***as locked up, we put it in the commissary If you ain't a day one, better hold your commentary Hooligans be wilder than Laura Ingalls on the prairie You ain't get that bar, are you illiterate? You just lookin' for someone to fight on Twitter with Yeah n***a, hope your bank account is padded I'm Daniel in a pair of white Vans, back at it So tell me what's the story son? Flow is throwback, I put a booth in a DeLorean Spittin' crack like I was on the pipe Call me Channing Tatum cause it's magic when I'm on the mic I live and let die like James Bond would Y'all tracks damage ears worse than Mr. Blonde could You ain't a battle rapper, you ain't got no scars You're just a phone without a signal, you ain't got no bars See, y'all ain't show me love, so I'm cold and gettin' meaner Getting money leavin none for you, call you Gretchen Weiners If you got a towel motherf**er, you should throw it in If you wanna battle, bring your bars I'll take your dough again You don't be wanna be around the microphone, I'm goin in Rippin' every f**in' track, I take a breath and flow again Tenn Buick on the speakers in your girl's car Say she like my flow, I had her hooked from the first bar, Better simmer down, I don't care how bad the burns are I'mma whoop your a** while your man be screamin' Worldstar Go Tenn go Tenn Yo Tenn, I just wanna be your bro Tenn You spit the sickest sh**, I wanna hear some mo' Tenn You be on that Dirty Harry wit' a fo' fo' Tenn [Outro] Go Tenn, go Tenn You punks feelin' lucky? It's Tenn Buick...