I Get tribal,

I know, I get down

I get tribal

I know, I get down

Who’s fly, who’s not

Who’s up who’s down

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Swing those hips girl,

You got it goin right

Get that shit girl

Bands to the side

Move those hips like the back of the ride

I get, I got to

Get, I got to

Sometimes I wish there was a god or Illuminati

So I could fix all of my problems, the human body

I been talking to my doctor, he said I’m sorry

You really gotta stop working, I told him “Try me”

My therapist just hit me told me TJ you got issues with feminine

I said “name a bitch that I ain’t better than”

(I’ll wait)

Tell me quick

I’ll wait

Tell me quick

I’ll wait

Fuck this shit

Highway

Fuck that bitch

I’m a

Demon slayer

I’m not

Playing Doom

I’m on

Demon time

Tell your pops

I’ll see him soon

Tell your mom

I’ll see her soon

Way I see

It’s me or you

Have you talked

To god lately?

Chances are

You’ll see him soon

Hoe

I’m a nice motherfucker but I’m not healed

I can keep from getting sticky but I’m not skilled

Blood leak out my veins when it’s not chilled

So I don’t feel very safe when it’s not spilled

My ego talking to me and he’s not chill

I got myself a list names and it’s top filled

Of enemies I want to fuck, just to talk shit

Like the ****’s energy was wack, but the top killed

I Get tribal,

I know, I get down

I get tribal

I know, I get down

Who’s fly, who’s not

Who’s up who’s down

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Swing those hips girl,

You got it goin right

Get that shit girl

Bands to the side

Move those hips like the back of the ride

I get, I got to

Get, I got to

I should really act a different way all the money that I made take the pain paint a picture with it

**** think they know me yeah ok growing every single way everyday I’m a different ****

All about my bread

I was on my deathbed peeking off the edge

enemies gon end up, what’s the synonym of dead?

Want it better beg me

wonder how you kick it with that **** he a deadbeat

bitch/

I used to go to schoooool

on the weekends

I was working

you was sleeping

you was havin pool parties

I was off the deep end

You was playing pretend

my and God beefing

My whole life a whirlwind

while you praying, I’m just waiting till world end

what yo life bout punk?

we a crime wave

Nothing new been making moves since Myspace

Why they type cast?

why don’t God write back?

I Get tribal,

I know, I get down

I get tribal

I know, I get down

Who’s fly, who’s not

Who’s up who’s down

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Who’s stuck, Who’s what?

Swing those hips girl,

You got it goin right

Get that shit girl

Bands to the side

Move those hips like the back of the ride

I get, I got to

Get, I got to