Tiki Barber

[Intro]
Wiz (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Grah, grah, grah, grah
Come on
Yeah, yeah it's the Wiz, baby, she ain't even know
Uh, uh, it's the Wiz, baby
Grah, Wiz
Wiz
Six (Six, six, six, six, six-six-six-six-six-six-six)

[Chorus]
Uh, last year, I was rappin' in a county cell (Yeah)
But now, I can think out the box like it's Taco Bell (Eat)
Bitch wanna sit and tell jokes like Schapelle
Walk around and leave a bitch head off the rail
I can't stand in the hood 'cause I'm hot as Hell
As soon as I catch a opp, he gon' tuck a tail
I got PTSD, and I'm shelled
My lil' bro G.I. Joe when he got us here (Yeah)

[Verse]
Hood bitch, I just fucked her face and I took hеr wig
Uh, two hands on your pistol, when you go and spin?
I done and did a lotta dirt, forgive mе for my sins
Dick so big, I told that bitch, "Bring a friend" (Oh)
Lil' bro tryna shot a seven like Jeremy Lin
He might drown in that water, he has no fin (Yeah)
All this shit off the top, I have no pen
Turn his ass to Uzi, dead friend
Or do his ass like Amarion, head spin
Uh, take your shoes off when you steppin' (Come here)
You could get slapped with my right or my left hand (Come on)
Fucked this bitch with my Glock on her nightstand (Glockie)
Cool-ass nigga, I walk in like the iceman
Shit could get ugly, but I told her I'm a nice man
Don't got a lot, but I can do what I can
I can't fuck a groupie, and I can't fuck a fan (I can't)
Ayy, summertime, bring your ass outside and catch a tan
So anti, when I see him, I don't shake hands
Yeah, I know that it's fake love with fake friends
I don't wanna pop no Percs, them fake tens
Yeah, take her head, her noggin gone
Yeah, we'll rob a nigga 'til his pockets gone ('Til his pockets gone)
New crib, fuck yo' bitch when you ain't home
Yeah, never turned my back, VLONE
Yeah, I was nineteen with a two-tone
Yeah, I can show you how to change the IP on a phone
Yeah, I keep a killer like it's Jeffery Dahmer
I'm the real wizard, lil' bitch, I'm not Harry Potter (Nah)
I can do tricks on the court like a Globetrotter (Swish)
Yeah, bitch so sneaky, I almost shot her
I might put my arm in like Vince Carter
Get up in this field and I'ma score like I'm Tiki Barber
You gotta try and drive the Scat faster, 'cause it's a charger
They try and tell me 'bout my life, like they the author
Hella love for my mama, with no father

[Chorus]
Uh, last year, I was rappin' in a county cell
But now, I can think out the box like it's Taco Bell
Bitch wanna sit and tell jokes like Schapelle
Walk around and leave a bitch head off the rail
I can't stand in the hood 'cause I'm hot as Hell
As soon as I catch a opp, he gon' tuck a tail
I got PTSD, and I'm shelled
My lil' bro G.I. Joe when he got us here