T-Wayne - P-Sy lyrics

[Intro] Yah, say Roro, you know what it is, right? Who Is Rickey Wayne?: The Mixtape Ya feel me? Yah, ahem [Verse] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche I don't want her if that a** don't sit like a horse I be ballin' on these n***as, got me feelin' like sports Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort Ain't too many things I ain't done yet I'm the king of this sh**, crown by the toilet I'm just barely gettin' started, you already upset Got a tiger as a pet, I just took him to the vet Homie, I be makin' hits, I'm the rap Derek Jeter Let your b**h ride on me like she was on the feeder If the p**y ain't good then I probably won't feed her Lil homie, you can keep her cause I really don't need her I ain't worried 'bout features, homeboy, you's a peon Toilet seat a** n***a, man, I swear you gettin' peed on Man, my j**elry so cold, I walk around with the heat on My alarm clock set, just in case they wanna sleep on, ya dig? I'm a full-time player, hoppin' out in alligator Sippin' lean and Now and Later, homie, I'll annihilate ya If you think you wanna battle, you gon' have to pay some paper I just hit her and I quit her, I would never ever date her It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city Travel to another town, you can bet they f**in' with me I be k**in' this sh**, pray to God they forgive me They said, "when you blow up, don't forget me", man I been on fire ever since they made the lighter My boys will pull up on ya, homie, I ain't talkin' diapers Walk into your function, on point, I'm like a sniper My girl bad like Dej Loaf so don't try her Flexin' all you want but homeboy, you ain't ready Ten times sharper than Michael Myers' machete Been about the money, I ain't worried 'bout the fame 'Bout to have everybody sayin', "Who Is Rickey Wayne?" That me...