My brother my slime 
My partner in crime 
No light no lime 
Yo name no grime 
From the days where we used to put our pennys together cause we ain’t have enough for a dime 
To now if a nigga put his 2 cents in on you 
Know I ain’t never drop a dime 
Talking who talking bout all of mine 
In my circle you ain’t in fall in line 
From g shock with the g sign 
To a new watch new tone same time 
Wake up get straight to it on the grind 
Feeling like Wayne got money on my mind 
Working while I’m working I’m one of a kind 
Make sure my kids never end up in a bind 
Hustle like I’m getting overtime 
Phone screen lit pickup when it chime
Bruh say my latest was sublime
Talk about the next might even bust a rhyme 
Conversation long now we talking fore the prime
Onto an ex from once upon a time 
Saw her in a movie no lines bout crime
No words Straight action shorty must’ve been a mime
Laugh say hasta luego 
Right back too work on something so fuego
Right before I go and start the day though 
Clock in people wanna know how my day go 
Tell em all that it’s going great yo 
Woman ask me where the plato and Lego 
You already know ion play though 
Said by the waffles now lego my eggo
Last line went kinda crazo 
Got my girl looking at me saying Ayo 
Ask bouta condom said uh oh 
Thought condom meant she was asking for some mayo

Graco

Everywhere I go 
Know I keep my pole 
People look like whoa
Say Gazunti if I blow 
Wipe yo nose 
That’s just how it goes 
You know how it goes 
Shit it goes how it goes 

Shooting with precision 
like it is my mission 
No it ain’t no missing 
Wess em with the Smith N
Gen 4
Please dont come up trippin
Smith N on my hip 
Please dont make me 
Grip it and uppole

Imagine imagine bringing all this cash in 
Uppin it in fashion (yo pole) 
Stash it I stashed it you can’t tell have it
Please don’t make me flash it 
Doing something drastic 
Gon make me have to blast it 
My girl said just take Patrick 
Like why I gotta ration (she knows)
It’s like lights camera action 
When people come up acting 
But im the one here flashing (with the pole)

Everywhere I go 
Know I keep my pole 
People look like whoa
Say Gazunti if I blow 
Wipe yo nose 
That’s just how it goes 
You know how it goes 
Shit it goes how it goes 

Shooting with precision 
like it is my mission 
No it ain’t no missing 
Wess em with the Smith N
Gen 4
Please dont come up trippin
Smith N on my hip 
Please dont make me 
Grip it and uppole

UpPole

I be the realest 
The illest trillest nigga alive
I be way up in the sky 
They like how he get so fly 
Everything he drop is fye 
He ain’t even gotta try 
Heard that nigga gettin money
Trust me that shit ain’t no lie 
Double G around my waist 
With a 30 on my hip 
Undisputed pimp game 
Bitch I’m bayless cause I skip
This lil bit can’t handle bars
Popped a xan & lost a grip
Man this jewelry kinna plain
But trust me 
You still bet not trip
Mr walk inside the club 
Say wassup & 
Turn it up 
Couple niggas mean muggin
Cause they bitches wanna fuck
You can look but
Bet not touch 
Bitch bet not press Your luck
Cause my niggas gon get active 
Bitch while I go run it up

Aye aye Run it up (hmm)
I’m gon run it up 
Aye aye Run it up (hmm)
I’m gon run it up 
Get that bag & run it up
Move that bag & run it up 
Get my bag & run it up
Do it again & run it up 
Aye aye Run it up (hmm)
I’m gon run it up 
Aye aye Run it up (hmm)
I’m gon run it up 
Get that bag & run it up
Move that bag & run it up 
Get my bag & run it up
Do it again & run it up 

Run it run it run it
Bitch you know that I got money 
I don’t care about the weather
Cause my neck is always sunny
In my crew I keep some killers 
Wrap you up Codeword be mummy 
In my wood I got that zaza
My plug serve me 4 for 20
Who I be I’m that nigga Tsu
Mr keep a Ru 
A 22 I call it mahomes
It hold 15 too
Bit get a clue 
Mr never lackin 
You know how I move 
Bust a move 
Put you in a verse 
Hop up in the stu 
I ain’t no rapper 
But TsuRex be rappin 
I don’t do no cappin
Never lackin
Used to do some trappin 
Reup off a backend
Get a bit 
Gon & beat her back in 
XL my magnum 
She from Texas 
Hit her with a groove 
I’m Austin powers shaggin

Run It Up

Real nigga days 
Real Nigga stuck in my ways 
Raised up gripping a k 
Call me tsu K 
Guessing shit never do change
Cause now I’m raising 2k’s
My nigga Tr3 
That nigga keep him a Trey 
Snub nose grip with the lay
I’m from E8 
Where we got nothing but shooters
You’d think that we play for the bay 
Hold up, wait, whew 
My diamonds be glistening 
4 pocket full of benji 
Shirt made by givenchy
Don’t think that I’m slipping
Curry curry that extension 
That’s what a nigga gripping 
Chill nigga but I’m with it 
Just in case a nigga tripping 
Call my doc I be clipping 
Hood shit I ain’t quitting 
Aye aye whew
I’m really bout action 
Is you bout action 
Or do you be capping 
Is you gonna slide
Is you really packing 
Is you gonna slide 
When the pops get to clapping 
Cause we really trapping 
We really packing 
Nah we don’t fold 
When the opps get to clapping 
Bit nigga talking 
We don’t do chatting 
If yo shit cold 
We gon go jacket 

Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang
Whole lotta gang 
Whole whole 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole whole 
Whole lotta gang
Gang gang gang gang 
Whole lotta 
Bang bang bang bang
Whole lotta gang 
Rang rang rang rang 
Whole lotta gang 

Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Nigga keep a flame 
Aim it at yo brain 
Knock off yo medulla 
Obligata when I swang 
Hop up in a stand 
& go skrrt skrrrt 
Switching lanes 
Tsurex got that guala
Kicking it like soccer
Fly like helicopter 
Try to plug me 
Im gon shock ya 
Hakuna matata
Lion nigga 
Need to stop it 
Migos said yall pocket watching 
So I went and copped a rocket 
Fresher than a bit 
Fresher than a bit 
Looking like a lick 
Just don’t try no shit 
Cause I’m with the click 
They don’t take no shit 
Moppin up your blood
Like Mr. Please try not to slip 

Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang
Whole lotta gang 
Whole whole 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole lotta gang 
Whole whole 
Whole lotta gang
Gang gang gang gang 
Whole lotta 
Bang bang bang bang
Whole lotta gang 
Rang rang rang rang 
Whole lotta gang

Whole Lotta Gang

All this fuckin money
got me walking in this bitch
All this fucking money
Got me saucin onna bitch
All this fucking shade
got me walking with the stick 
Damn I’m fucking paid
Better come and get yo bitch 

All these fucking blues 
Got me looking like a crip
Double g on my waist 
With that g lock on my hip
107 Gail where a nigga used to slip 
Oops I meant sleep 
Let me get a grip 
Paper route dreams 
So you know I’m chasing money 
Crash out certified 
Don’t address me like no dummy
Came from nothing now im something 
Underground just like Ms Tubman 
I stayed humble now its rule of thumb 
I’m thumbin thumbin thumbin


All this fuckin money
got me walking in this bitch
All this fucking money
Got me saucin onna bitch
All this fucking shade
got me walking with the stick 
Damn I’m fucking paid
Better come and get yo bitch 
Quarter half or zip 
Man I used to be the plug
Oh you only got a dub
I’ll serve you for the dub
Now I got my money up 
I’m the outlet fuck a plug 
If a nigga playing snail 

Then he get hit with the slug 
I be high as hell 
7 days a week 
Mr put that shit on 
Turn a shy ho to a freak 
Talking not even a peep
To the crib fuck up the sheet
Turn her to ms dj dama
When I beat her to the beat 
Spitting all this heat 
Call me TsuRex hot fire
Something out the closet 
With the tag for my attire 
Nike on me I just do it 
Cause I’m not a tryer 
You’re a liar liar 
See your pants they on fire
Bam onna bitch
I might go ham onna bitch 
Might just trade in my lil hemi
For a lamb or some shit 
It’s just me & my 2 kids 
And some bands in the whip
Might just send you on that flight 
Man If you come up  and try to trip 

All this fuckin money
got me walking in this bitch
All this fucking money
Got me saucin onna bitch
All this fucking shade
got me walking with the stick 
Damn I’m fucking paid
Better come and get yo bitch 
Quarter half or zip 
Man I used to be the plug
Oh you only got a dub
I’ll serve you for the dub
Now I got my money up 
I’m the outlet fuck a plug 
If a nigga playing snail 
Then he get hit with the slug

P.R.D

Back in July about 10:07
I was otp 
With a bit 
She want me to cuff her 
I just want the dome
Her ex a opp
He live round the block 
I heard he got gwap 
Never alone stay wit 14 niggas
15 in my Glock 
Back to his ex 
I’m caking & shit 
She think we legit 
Before you say it
I think I’m the shit 
Trust me I ain’t shit 1 week past I’m just ridin by 
See that boy outside
Code word playground If I go & swing 
His niggas gon slide 
So i keep movin I call up his ex
She stay off Jeanette 
Told her she cute 
& her ass is fat 
That shit make her wet 
So we link up 
I go pick her up 
She like so what’s up
I got the top 
She couldn’t make me bust
So I hit them guts l
2wks past she start gettin comfy
I ask bout her ex
She said fuck em nigga always 
Lackin & he love to flex
I’m like word nigga hella wack 
Wanna get em back 
& She was with it 
I think to myself 
How easy was that? 
So we keep talking this bitch got excited 
Asked me what’s the plan 
I’m like text him 
Tell him that you miss him 
That’s gon reel him in
She said when 
I’m like text him now 
She say & what now
I said get ready for this Saturday 
Cause this shit going down 
He text her back said he miss her too
Asked when they can link 
She said Saturday she free
Double text him sent a wink 
He replied that’s cool with me 
I’ll Scoop you around 3 
She screenshot they lil message thread
Then sent that shit to me 
I said tell him you don’t wanna share em
Want him homie free 
She said okay then she sent the message 
Happy as could be
She ask me what are we 
I say us dropped an E
Only way there’s an us 
If I use you to better me 

Saturday he go pick her 
In his brand new truck 
I’m at home getting COVID ready
You know masking up 
I text her like yo wassup
She replied they pulling up 
I say do you see homies 
She said nah but just hold up
I say ight with an attitude 
Cause it’s 3:22
She say come on everything is cool
Grab my 22
Park my car at this lil house for rent 
3 houses from dude 
walked up to his spot 
Cocked my glock 
& pulled my mask down too
I walk in & it’s hella quiet 
I’m like wtf 
Hit the corner looking for his room 
All the doors was shut 
First room empty & the second 
But the window in there up
I walk in close the window 
Then I close the door back shut
1 more door I’m outside this bitch
Smiling at my tool 
Bust up in the room 
Look around 
I’m hella confused 
Ain’t no money 
I don’t see ol girl 
But on the ground is dude
She got me fucked if she think 
She gon play me like I’m a fool
Left his spot went straight to her block 
Pulled up to her curb 
Ran into her spot with my glock 
Like bitch you got some nerve 
Took the money then I called up Durk
He said what’s the word 
I say shit I’m just cooling bitch 
I’m not from over there

GrandTsu

Niggas love to hate
Success make me hate more 
Shoutouts the real niggas 
Y’all the ones I do it for
Blood, sweat, & tears nigga
Everything I poor 
Quick to yell support 
Never saw what TsuMan
Got in store
Growing up can’t even front 
Shit was good 
Till mama moved To Indy 
We was right by the hood 
Couple years later I had 
Hit my first jugg 
With a homie 
Won’t drop ya name 
That ain’t how we do it
Young nigga walking 
Round the hood like a rookie
Young nigga dont want no trouble 
But don’t push me 
Young nigga walking to the store
For some cookies
I would go & get some cookies 
Once I got up out some pussy 
Cold blooded stepper
Ds5 repper
Go & get some wings tell em
I want lemon pepper
I ain’t signed to def jam
But this shit is clever
If a nigga play def
To my jam it’s a vendetta
The man in my city
Trynna be the man in yours
Came a long way from McDonald’s 
I was mopping floors 
Then I worked at Walmart 
OG was the store 
Overnight was my shift
I was fucking all the whores
Pimp Mack daddy looking for a dollar
Eazy-E  flow I need a 64 impala
Growing up mom wanted
Me to be a scholar 
I was focused on the streets
Trynna learn to be a baller 
Money is the mission 
Pain is my motive 
Niggas never would believe
Till I had to show em
Snakes in the grass
So you know I had to mow it
Niggas said I wouldn’t blow
Now I’m the one they bitches blowing
Loyalty is dying that’s word to my mother
Niggas say they airing rounds 
Talking hubba bubba 
2 bad bitches 
Yeah I call em double trouble 
If you say you need a shooter 
Well Dyno got a couple 
Imma rep my set till 
I’m dead & laid to rest 
We done set you up for failure 
But we tell you try ya best 
Say you spark the tech & 
You cashing all these checks
Till we see you in the hood 
Then we put it to the test like
Island leave em laying casket
If I land a shot leave em 
Laying in caskets 
I Got 2 bad bitches 1 name is Ashley
Dynosquad is the crew 
Shit can get Jurassic
Grim reaper flow 
How I come and kill a beat 
I get stopped for j walking
I keep J’s on my feet
Mostly wear 5’s everyday of the week
Niggas know I just stomped em
They can tell by defeat (the feet)
Don’t play with your life 
By saying it’s on sight 
if you say it’s on sight
My niggas grab they sights
Kanye song it’s gon 
Be the hook “All of the lights”
& your kin looking at you 
Like this shit ain’t even right
Shouts out to the Dub
Had to go & use the style
Niggas listening to my song
Like TsuMan going wild 
That’s another  flow
Had to show em that I’m fluent 
Can’t find another nigga that
Can do it how I do it

DS5 Repper

Tsuman Tsuman 
Tsuman Tsuman 
Yeah
Yeah 
Wake up in the 
Wake up in the 
Wake up in the morning 
Bout to break down me a swisher
Real street nigga 
All the way down to the slipper
Double cup ice lemonade 
For the sip up 
At the table fine china
No it’s not for dinner 
Baby girl I’m balling 
Yes I’m balling ain’t no falling 
See these diamonds 
On me flawless
Pay attention 
Money talking 
Came from crawling 
Now I’m walking 
On these beats 
Yeah I be talking 
Old teacher 
I be chalking 
See these teeth 
Girl I be flossing 
18k on the teeth
You see money 
You see me 
Visa master card accepted
 I be everywhere that be 
I’m from E8 Indiana 
But reside in Tennessee 
Bout to take a trip to Florida   
Put my hand on a palm tree
Skrrrt
Get up out of the way 
Don’t care what the limit say. 
Police trynna pull me over 
I’m too known to do the race 
Ask me can he get a pic 
Tell him nope get on the way 
Left him standing in the mirror
Put that nigga in his place 

I be like
Whoadie lil poli 
You don’t know me 
That’s fashodie
Can’t believe he would approach me
So I had to lil bro him
Skirt off after tires smoking 
Now its TSU Jack 
hit the roadie 
Grab my waist pull out a 40 
Let a round fly holy moly 

Wake bake ice make cake 
Like a baker
Out in LA catch me in the water 
I’m a laker
Met lil mama at a after party 
She a shaker 
She think I came twice but I came once
I’m a faker
Hold on bitch I’m stalling 
Let me get on to this balling 
Muzzle my phone it’s on silent
From the jungle I be wilding 
Got yo yearly in my pocket 
2 Visa’s in my wallet 
The one that’s for swiping 
& the other for the islands 
Someone get this nigga here 
I drink liquor not no beer
Old school cost bout 20k
Bout the same as my left ear
Bout to put that bitch in gear
V8 put me in the rear 
Bout nickname this bitch Gianni’s
When it buck it look like him 
Gah damn oh shit 
Bitches on my dick 
Please take for my apology 
Didn’t mean to hit you bitch
HaHaha we ain’t 
Caca we the shit 
Might get charged assault 
The way all this jewelry hit 

Then be like
Whoadie lil broadie 
You don’t know me 
That’s fashodie
Can’t believe he would approach me
So I had to lil bro him
Skirt off after tires smoking 
Now its TSU Jack 
hit the roadie 
Grab my waist pull out a 40 
Let a round fly holy moly

Holy Moly

Ambitious for the riches 
Ain’t wishing well keep wishes
Niggas crossing lines like some stitches 
Meanwhile this bit talking bout I look Tsutricious
Yeah I said Tsutricious better yet Tsulicious 
Smile on my face still vicious 
Niggas wanna hate & be malicious 
Showing fake love gotta wonder who suspicious 
While I be ambitious 

Came a long way from the trenches 
Ea Tsu nah I don’t do benches
Want me in her clenches told her sip me for her quenches 
Niggas on both sides of the fences 
Tell em bout my plans then they throw wrenches 
Want me to kiss they ass sorry don’t do French’s

I know I know I keep dropping & shit 
Just watch where you step & appreciate the stench
Got niggas throwing salt I ain’t talking bout a pinch 
Had to give my dog 2 cause I seen homie flinch 
Gotta couple screw loose must’ve misplaced the wrench 
Still gotta good grip like I just did a clench 
Phone down ear ringing damn I stay getting mench
Must be a broke nigga talking bout me with his hench
Man filet mingon mistake shit we don’t be on 
Niggas ask me why I be by my lone 
Cause sometimes niggas ain’t on what I be on 
I be in the zone typing out lyrics on my phone 
Right place but the whole time wrong 
2 girls in they thong 
One my girl other unknown 
Say she owed the other girl a favor 
Want me throw the dog a bone

Hop out the bed when I wake up
Roll one up time to bake up 
My girl look good with no makeup 
Think I hear the kids cover girl like the makeup 
Now it’s time to rake up 
When I leave turn to a raker 
From a maker to taker 
I’m a caker 
Smooth operator go skater on a hater 
Drop a traitor go to Florida 
See you later alligator 
In a while crocodile 
Slimey applicator
Mamba mentality on your girl might laker 
Or beat her till I break her 
Make a traitor turn hater 
Like why you throwing salt if your girl was a shaker 
Act cool round me when you leave turn faker 
Start telling straight lies 40 mule and a acre 
Had to hit you with the fader had to show you that I’m greater 
Nigga ain’t play his part saw his girl then partake her

Ambitious

Big smoker not a popper 2 choppers like barraka
Now you know I don’t want no drama
All about a dolla even talk in comma’s
Rap a run on sentence I swear to you imma meance
No not the one like lil Dennis The flow switch up make you grimace
Hope you got the premise
Light drinker got other binges
Big smoker don’t do syringes
Still doze off like off the hinges
When I’m with my kids you can call me 
Big TsuMan papa
Notorious with the choppa
Like Burger King imma whopper
Mr. Run a check up I told yall I ain’t no doctor
I’m something like a concoctor
Especially with this bopper

Trapper? Rapper? Packer? Must I recap ya
Now you know I fist up just like a dapper
Or give high 5’s
I’m a known clapper
Me & money same sentence mention
That’s common sense so pay attention
Oscar the grouch ask bout my pension
Turned Oscar proud by penny pinching

Now with contention big TsuMan is who they mention
Can’t stop me ain’t no prevention
Get boxed up 6 feet dimension
Duck twelve yeah no apprehension
Like bad kids I’ll skip detention
Stay home just give me suspension
Relate that’s good comprension
Propeller whenever I lift man I’m something just like a chopper
Vizine grip squeeze drip eye dropper
Shawn Michaels kick the showstopper
Known to draw something foul talking something Just like a flopper
Cart full like I’m a big shopper
Watch how you step imma mopper

Trapper? Rapper? Packer? Must I recap ya
Now you know I fist up just like a dapper
Or give high 5’s
I’m a known clapper
Me & money same sentence mention
That’s common sense so pay attention
Oscar the grouch ask bout my pension
Turned Oscar proud by penny pinching

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