The Best

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] That’s what it is, that’s what I did Nigga, that’s what I’m on And I’m on that COD and you off the mids, my nigga And I’m on that strong And I take that cash, I chase after that bad Don’t take that pic, that photo flash Be blinding me when I’m tryna see And honestly I can’t go no faster It’s TPC, I’m Banco P, I’m off an addy bro I’m rolling up and smoking dope Bitches we want it, they come and they go I wanted to keep it 104 Some of ‘em lasted, some of ‘em don’t After all of the laughs and all of the jokes I picked up a note that one of ‘em wrote (What did it say?) She said, “You shining, baby You just gotta keep applyin'” (for real?) “All of your skills and boy, for real You could be a giant” "And I’d be lying if I said you was my only client (I know) Boy you special, boy you blessed, you got them bitches cryin’" [Hook x2] I say TPC the best We the best, we the, we the best Only real niggas, fuck the rest Fuck the, fuck the rest Just give me the checks Me the checks, just give me the checks Spent up all my hundreds, got some 20’s She can keep the rest [Verse 2: Tris J] It ain’t shit for me to style on ‘em, pop a cork Girl you’re done, no more shots for you, give her a fork Tris Man cool as antifreeze, I have never been a dork They talk the hamster shit, I just cut the convo short Swear she got a motor mouth, horse power, lot of torque But her peoples got that bag, partially why I fucks with her for See her last name was Keys, say she hate jokes about pianos Said that her favorite movie was Twilight, and she ain’t had no fun in a while Well let’s get it smacking, you should call over a few of your friends Give her Patron and them bottles to go We got dumb-stupid weed, we can blow through them all Talking so high, ain’t no bars on your phone Give you the D, put you in zone Let it be known, way too wavy Let it be known [Hook x2] [Verse 3; Shorty K] Smoke good, fuck better These shoes, Margeila The sex, we reckless Ask Matt, he tell you We good, spend bands Swag through that bitch off the lean and the Xan That’s why your bitch fucking me and my fam Gucci for pants but G’s on my pants Might be my mans, shout out to Jay He had them hoes fucking him at the bay Forgetting her name, I keep calling her Kate So then I fucked Kate and then called it a day If I don’t do nothing that’s blood on my grave Cuz I can’t take it if I go out today Smoking some shit that don’t go out till May It’s jefe forever, they go out today [Hook x2]