Tazylla Milez - CLUSTER (instrumental) lyrics

[TBK - VERSE 1] Excuse me pardonnez moi Been lurking in the shadows like am Black noir Hungry for success feeding on the male ego if she really your gal, why she all up on me tho? You dont know? You fu*ken dont know? Couldnt hit a home run with the shade that i throw Been stirring sh*t up like the fu*ken Migos Shawty getting too attached shawty cant let go Damn im the f*g with a bag she a queen she a drag I'm like damn I'm the f*g with a bag she a queen she a drag Right? [MT Styles - VERSE 2] I keep a stick in my duffel bag I'm from the redzone killers cut throat My goons so heartless yaccuza flip They won't lecha just slide from the slit 4real [BRVD - VERSE 3] I'm a goon and I can rap and I can write too Sleeping on me and you keep on hitting snooze Turn around and bring it back told her "money ain't an issue" Heuer on my wrist, frozen like an igloo Who? Him? I don't know you Bars on top of bars leave em always saying "Ishuu!" Dude, we the hottest in the streets too Always looking fresh, old clothes and em new shoes Rick James with the swagger No Michael but I'm always looking dapper Hot pepper, gyal dem smasher Tutankhamon baby, blazing like a rasta No beef like a vegetarian I run the ball like I'm Mkhitarian Keep grinding till I make a million Slow polks looking like Chameleons [Tazylla Milez - VERSE 4] Look, first thing is first sh*t am a D-Boy You don't see me around chilling with the lame crew You don't see me around chilling with the lame hoes Tryna look around can't see none of my type Just hoppers living where the grass greener I heard ni**as talking about how they hit raw To me it sounds like ni**as on a death row Ain't my business so sh*t ain't talking about it Plus, I make moves might smoke a blunt 1,2,3 might take a Rum shot It's my game imma show you how to play ni**a Don't come around looking like a stray dog Game is over what else gotta say? Got my eyes errwhere ni**a let me tell Don't smoke, don't breathe near my business 'Less you wanna be served like a cold dish ni**a silly, tell your b*tch to stay away All I do is fu*k around with dope chicks Not a bu*tface ni**a like your chick is Feel sorry each time I gotta write this But can't do nothing I gotta keep it real My swag so mean, yours a re-do The world is like my playground I gotta keep it moving Stop hatting on me like I owe something Hold back, cold feet is whatchu get Smelling real fresh like I own Versace ni**a It's my swag, wait until I spray some It's my beat so I rap anything I like So dope, you know the young boy is So fly, erry girl know that Gemini, fresh-cut young boy Case closed, just call me Judge Rudey Yeah, Rudey Case closed, just call me Judge Rudey THE END