Law & Order

Luh Tyler

Compositor: Luh tyler

Gang, ayy, man
Luh Tyler, man
I'm finna, I'm finna just talk some shit real quick, man
Skee
Skee, skee
Yeah, man, ayy
Yeah, man, this that Law & Order Part 2, nigga
Yeah
Gang, ayy
Yeah, ayy

I don't need a bitch, the Benjamins the only thing I need
I just come up off the head, no, I don't write, don't gotta read
I'm with your bitch, we at the Waffle House, yeah, we on Tennessee
No, I don't trap but some of my niggas out here servin' ten a G
You'd think a nigga Freddy Kreuger, I be in your bitch dreams
I'm tryna run that money up, I'm tryna see some big things
This ho keep blowin' up my phone, but I just let that bitch ring
I'm tryna stack this money seven feet tall, Yao Ming

I'm tryna get straight to the bread, keep on runnin' up that change
They like: Who is that? He snappin', ask your bitch, she know my name
She know I'm only chasin' money, nigga, I ain't chasin' fame
Yeah, I just took a trip to cloud nine, yeah, I'm with Mary Jane

Nigga, I been out the way, yeah I been in the studio
I don't know if I want Jayda Wayda or a Rubi Rose
I think this bitch different, she ain't nothin' like them other hoes
Brown skin, she bad as fuck, I told that bitch to strike a pose
I'm in Tallahassee, FSU, I'm with the Seminoles
Man, these jits be hatin' on me, swear that shit be gettin' old
Florida jit, don't want no diamonds, you know I just want the golds
If you rockin', then I'm rollin', nigga, I can't break the code

No, I can't break the code, but I can take your bitch and break her spine
This a classy ho, this bitch got me outside drinkin' wine
I'm with Mary Jane, I'm in the trees, I'm swingin' through the vine
Nigga, feelin' just like Tony Hawk, I'm steady on the grind

She like: Damn, Tyler got the sauce, that nigga got the juice
I don't like a ratchet ho, I like a bitch that keep it cute
I be steady paper chasin', out here gettin' to the loot
You'd think that boy was in a jet, the way he snatch off in that coupe

I'm in the coupe with Mary Jane, I'm headed straight to outer space
You won't catch me in the mix, oh no, Luh Tyler out the way
Boy, you need to watch your bitch, I see your ho be on my page
I'm just tryna get a buck, a nigga feel like Tampa Bay
This a bad skinny chick, this ho look just like Coi Leray
I'm tryna run this money up so I can pull up in a Wraith
Man, these niggas tryna catch my drift, they tryna ride my wave
I won't buy a bitch a ring, but she can get some Chick-Fil-A

I won't buy a bitch a ring, but she can get a 4 for 4
I ain't focused on a bitch, you know I'm focused on the dough
I can't wait to rock the stage, no, I can't wait to kick the door
Damn, Luh Tyler, you be snappin' back-to-back, I'm in that mode

They like: Damn, this nigga snappin', man, this nigga goin' crazy
I'm tryna pull up in that big body Benz, yeah, that Mercedes
See Luh Tyler on the scene, boy, you better hide your lady
I had slide up on a nigga bitch quick, just like some gravy
I told your bitch that I'm a dawg, nigga, I ain't talkin' Scooby
I'm finna crank up on the beat, oh, yeah, a nigga feelin' groovy
This bitch got an attitude, this ho be always actin' moody
No, this ain't no Jayda Wayda, this right here big booty Judy (Gang)