London On Da Track - Tissue lyrics

[Intro] We got London On Da Track f** n***a [Hook] You n***as softer than tissue You n***as awkward like b**hes You arguin' on Instagram You n***as typin' on Twitter And Facebook Referee, I got the whistle I just pulled up in that fisker I just pulled up with my hitters Referee I got the whistle I got them choppers and pistols I got the minivan I might pull up with them k**ers I know my real n***a feel me Referee I got that whistle [Verse 1] I'm Margiela walkin' lil n***a My b**h, she be stalkin' me n***a Them rappers were winnin' the race Till I started hawkin' them n***as Now I'm drippin' sauce on these n***as Got your b**h on top of me n***a Made myself a boss on these n***as Now I'm livin' like Ross on these n***as Ridin' round with them K's Broke n***as love to hate When ya son turn 10 I'ma make your son a slave I'ma let him cut my gra** I'ma let him feed my maid I'ma do it cause his daddy Always used to player hate [Hook] You n***as softer than tissue You n***as awkward like b**hes You arguin' on Instagram You n***as typin' on Twitter And Facebook Referee, I got the whistle I just pulled up in that fisker I just pulled up with my hitters Referee I got the whistle I got them choppers and pistols I got the minivan I might pull up with them k**ers I know my real n***a feel me Referee I got that whistle [Verse 2] You went to jail on a Sunday The charge is really bout nothin' Rat your homeboy's house tryna act like you ain't tell nothin' Sad thing about the n***a The n***a told on his mama It was a hot a** winter Now it's a cold a** summer I got k**ers on the front line My young n***as need a hair line I can't even lie That was a cold a** punch line My b**hes settin' n***as up They givin' me the run down We be waitin' till the sun down We be robbin' n***as sometimes [Hook] You n***as softer than tissue You n***as awkward like b**hes You arguin' on Instagram You n***as typin' on Twitter And Facebook Referee, I got the whistle I just pulled up in that fisker I just pulled up with my hitters Referee I got the whistle I got them choppers and pistols I got the minivan I might pull up with them k**ers I know my real n***a feel me Referee I got that whistle