Tino Tech Boi

Ima sad little boy
You could see it in my eyes
Baby I don't play with toys
But I got sticks on my side
Light you like a torch
Yeah, I come up with that fire
Tino Tech Boy
Repping 469
Hit me on the phone baby
I don't waste no time
First I get the money
Then I worry what's behind
She might be the one
But that's not what be on my mind
You could show me love
But am I payed when I go slide?
I love yo ass too
Don't get it twisted
I'm a pimp who rides or dies
They be acting funny
I don't get the punchlines

Some days I be trill
Then some days I see the rain
These bills don't pay themselves
I need advances on my pay
Fuck, I gotta lie
I'm tryna tell you what is real
They turn the other cheek
Once they see you downhill
I thought that we be together
But you turned on me like wheels
Nothing last forever
I swear you stung me like a eel
I'm still getting dollars
While you move on like I wasn't even here
I guess you said it really clear

Smoke one, light the trees
Feels like Christmas early
Through this breeze
I'm not your local jokester
I'm chasing cheese
Rico got that toaster
I popped out anytime
Ding ding
I'm in the ring
With the world on my side
I'm never gone led up
That's a feminist thing
Never no quitter
Never gone give up
Flashing with all of these chains
I feel like I'm on one
Dancing with all of these hos
Singing along
Just like La Bamba

Dancing with all of these hos
Singing along
Just like La Bamba