TMC CYPHER 4

[Intro: Lil Kori]
Mmm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mmm
Get you in my backseat, girl I want
Yuh, li- like bro, thi- this fu-
This fucking melody goes hard as shit, like bruh
This shit is so fucking smooth, bruh
Shout out Yuki Productions, bruh, that nigga a G for this one
I will not be revealing who's on this one
Y'all will just have to guess by the voices
But yeah, I am first, so let me spit real quick
(Yuki Productions) Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1: Lil Kori]
TMC Cypher, we back again
Beat your bitch up and I'm breakin' her back again
(Ayy) You hang with sheep and you followin' trends
Opps on my watch like my name was Ben 10
I got a little summer, some niggas act shady
They think that they hard, but they actin' like ladies
She ridin' the dick just like a Mercedes
Rеd-headed shawty, she callin' mе baby
She blow on this band, she take off her muh'fuckin' dress
Like goddamn, that bitch is a slut
This ain't biology class, but call me Lil Buttdial
The way that I nut in her butt
This is the Magic School Bus, but lowkey
I put my dick inside of Dorothy Ann's guts, ayy (Swag)
Shawty a freak for this long black nigga dick
She came over, made me to fuck, yuh
I know my gun is the answer (Answer)
TMC, we pullin' up like Pampers (Pampers)
She wanna fuck, but that lil' bitch got cancer
Just like I'm ruthless, turn her to a dancer, ayy (Buh, buh)

[Interlude: Lil Kori]
This was originally the spot that I wanted Bean to start at
But he didn't start there
He's a busy man

[Verse 2: itsBean]
Bitch I'm bad, there's no discussions
Please don't make assumptions (Haha)
Got a drum, but this shit not percussion (Bah)
'Scuse my interruption (Bitch)
Tracksuit on, but bitch I'm not a Russian
Pull up to yo' function (Haha)
Took yo' bitch out, now we eatin' muffins
Hot like I'm an oven (Ha)
But I be cool too
I'm just chillin' with the homie, sippin' red juice (Ahh)
Zero tolerance, you try us, we gon' let loose (Fah, fah)
That boy sayin' he got ice up on his neck too (The fuck?)
Go get a check, fool (Bitch)
Play my cards right, I'm not talkin' 'bout a deck, fool (No deck)
Homies with me, and we got yo' bitch on deck too (She on deck)
I be chillin', you be stressin' when the rent due (Broke)
Nike lover, I be tryna cop like ten shoes
Jordan Ones, SB Dunks in my muh'fuckin' collection (Yeah)
All your songs repetitive while I got the selections (Okay)
Ho' you ain't my bitch, we ain't got no recollections (The fuck?)
My new bitch I wife all the way, we got a connection

[Verse 3: Lil Henjin]
Pull up, it's Henjin, I nut in a basket
I got your bitch on my dick, like suck it
I got your bitch on my dick, like suck it
I got your bitch on my dick, like suck it
TMC Cypher
Like you know I knife her
Glock got three thousand
I got your bitch on my dick like a mountain
I got your bitch on my dick like a mountain
Drippin', you know that I'm drownin'
Man, I'm goin' in
Man, I nutted in Harley Quinn
You sweet as fuck, here's your EpiPen
You gettin' shot with this F&N
You can get shot with this F&N
You havin' sex with other men
Switch up bitch like Ben 10
Who fuckin' your bitch? It's Henjin
I had sex with Tenten
At London like Rem Ren
Backseat dog, Ren ten
Don't end up my Den Den
Ant-Man like Hank Pym
Ant-Man like Hank Pym
Like Eminem, I'm fuckin' Kim
Like Eminem, I'm fuckin' Kim
Your cheese just got taken
Eat beat like bacon
You been mistaken
Mask on like Jason
Took off like racin'
Memes, I've been postin'
No Halloween, I've been ghostin'
No Halloween, I've been ghostin'
My music golden
Hit beat, Hulk Hogan
Cut shit like Logan
Music uploadin'
Trophy, I'm holdin'
Freezer, I'm golden

[Verse 4: Ann-uh]
I be in the backseat, push the pedal, let's get to steppin'
Don't ask questions, rode to hell, it's pay wood
Good fuckin' intentions (Ayy, ayy)
Keepin' it one on sentence (Ayy), the mic is my panda
Bring in that vengeance, nah
Weaken with my presence, but you, you might need weapons
At your dream movie, I'm the clearest cappy
Who gives a fuck? Nobody
I'm not a bitch and statin' facts, fuck the party
My brain's an elevator, I'm goin' to the lobby, ayy (Ayy)
Ay, fuck all y'all, I'm out, ha

[Verse 5: YvngSpaz & Vxrtigo]
Anime waifus on my dick
Put it in her mouth, then I bust really quick
Ann-uh's out, Spaz is in
Fuckin' yo' bitch, I'll do it again
Hit from the back, that's my hobby
Make a bitch pass out like I'm Cosby
Ayy, yuh, bitch
Take a perc, then I pass out
Smoke a blunt, then I green out, ayy
Fuckin' yo' bitch, she want my clout
Can't argue (Mhm), I'm out

[Interlude: YvngSpaz & Vxrtigo]
(Ayy) I had a short verse, but
Shit fire (Yeah)
Alright, I'm out, mind if I sent that, Kori (Ayy, ayy, hey)

[Verse 6: Vxrtigo]
I be just chillin' in the crib, you know what it do
I just hope one day I'll get a milly poo
Chillin' with the bros, and we 'bout to make another hit
I just need a waifu bitch that really likes my drip
We be just chillin' in the dark like Slenderman
Need a bad bitch like Nami, ayy, ayy, ayy
Blowin' up the heat like kamikaze, uh
And I'm in the win, choppa blow you like a tsunami, uh, ayy, ayy
Just need a bad bitch like Nami, ayy, ayy
Hold up, hold up, hold up, uh
I just need a bad bitch like Okano
If you talkin' really hot, I just never heard of you, yeah
And the name be Vxrtigo, huh, I be just rollin' up
Fuckin' on your bitch, I think that she be a thot, uh, ay

[Verse 7: J.C the Rapper]
I just wanna relax and flow like a breeze
But he is hot like two thousand degrees
I can crush bit to you balls in the body bag
Talk all the talk, but you walk like a fuckin'
Beatin' the pussy, they gave me the fuckin' bag
Why you talk shit? Bitch, you built like a duffel bag
I'm doin' this for the fuck of it, rappin' 'bout some hundreds
Money that I never get, and it's always counterfeit
Huffin' and I'm puffin', that's just gas up from the weed
If you wanna throw your insults, do yo' fuckin' worst to me, bitch
Breakin' yo bones and I fuck yo' enamel up
Fuckin' yo' bitch on the beach with her sandals off
Yes I'm a baddie who's also a fatty
Stay with my bros like Cody and Zachary
Ridin' my dick, bitch you best go and saddle me
Chill in the back of the class like I'm Timothy
(Where the hoes at?)
I don't know, man, shit must be a mystery
Damn, baby got back
And I'm runnin' around with a stack
And I don't think I got any guns, but if I did, well I got that shit from Iraq
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Damn, baby got back
And I'm runnin' around with a stack
And I don't think I got any guns, but if I did, well I got that shit from Iraq
Watch a bullet that came from the gun and collides with your body and breaks up your back
If you still talkin' shit, then I might just pull up and then chop you and put you in bags