Tissue lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track
f*ck n*gga

[Hook]
You n*ggas softer than tissue
You n*ggas awkward like b*tches
You arguin' on Instagram
You n*ggas 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 killers
I know my real n*gga feel me
Referee I got that whistle

[Verse 1]
I'm Margiela walkin' lil n*gga
My b*tch, she be stalkin' me n*gga
Them rappers were winnin' the race
Till I started hawkin' them n*ggas
Now I'm drippin' sauce on these n*ggas
Got your b*tch on top of me n*gga
Made myself a boss on these n*ggas
Now I'm livin' like Ross on these n*ggas
Ridin' round with them K's
Broke n*ggas love to hate
When ya son turn 10
I'ma make your son a slave
I'ma let him cut my grass
I'ma let him feed my maid
I'ma do it cause his daddy
Always used to player hate
[Hook]
You n*ggas softer than tissue
You n*ggas awkward like b*tches
You arguin' on Instagram
You n*ggas 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 killers
I know my real n*gga 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*gga
The n*gga told on his mama
It was a hot ass winter
Now it's a cold ass summer
I got killers on the front line
My young n*ggas need a hair line
I can't even lie
That was a cold ass punch line
My b*tches settin' n*ggas up
They givin' me the run down
We be waitin' till the sun down
We be robbin' n*ggas sometimes
[Hook]
You n*ggas softer than tissue
You n*ggas awkward like b*tches
You arguin' on Instagram
You n*ggas 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 killers
I know my real n*gga feel me
Referee I got that whistle