Testo Tight end Nocap

Tight end

(Al Geno on the track)

One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end
For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Go buy Breitlings)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited
Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours
Told you that AP came plain Jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard"

I'll buy a house in the mountains, that's in due time
Rylo lost his Lil' Joe, hope I don't lose mine
Hit the gas in that Lamb', the tires be huggin' while I speed out
Even if I was Adele, I wouldn't say, "Hello," to the other side
Pocket full of dead guys, Backwood full of dead opps
Casamigos hollow tips, we gon' give 'em nothin' but shots

Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Brother told the C.O., don't have no racks for his celly
He hung the phone up the first time he heard Glo was tellin'
Be smoke, we ride banana clips, but know these fruits are deadly
One to his melon, so now he life is in the paramedics
I want the [?][1:08]
We different, sometimes we rock ski masks at Coachella
But I'ma shoot it too like Steve Nash
Opps QB, tell the bro gon' make a poke and he pass
Was self-snitchin' to the rest and you don't wanna see flags
Better warn me, corrupted
[?][1:20], we fuckin'
She tell me, "Go in deep," I love it
Told NoCap to help me find a way in
I fucked her, then walked past her, so she text me, "Amen"

Keep my heat like Allen, Cartier, not Ray Bans
Every time I drop a tear, I watch the cement cave in
The way a nigga rock these scars, you'd think my pain amazing
The way my life was planted, who'd think that I'd succeed?
The way my life was drew, I can't get a breeze
I don't have no one to call on, ain't talkin' Creed
He play, we put him on a shirt and that's guaranteed
White gold, not at my peak and they can't even see
And I don't understand because I seen a blind read
Still fightin' cases, I want this shit behind me
They killin' everyday, I'm tryna dodge the grave
I'm fly as hell and I ain't gotta walk through TSA
Closet got way too many kicks, look like the MMA

He told in the police car, he ain't make it past intake
[?][2:12], can't help it, got too much at stake
No mattress, make a nigga sleep forever and still go to a wake
I put my brother jeans on
Yeah, how did collab, drip with Vlone
I don't know her religion, but she keep her waist beads on
Hang with my niggas, I tighten the rope, Julio Jones
Don't you (Don't you), you screenshot me on your FaceTime
Yeah, took your jewelry box and piss on your watch every minute I think that you can waste time
She ain't buy her son a tombstone
We fightin' the sight, cut the grass high
She gon' let your opp ride, she couldn't afford a damn ride
Got no favors if you ain't Usain Bolt and bro, I ran out
Money bring beef, we switch places and let it pan out
Talkin' to Lil' Mark-Mark, he love coffee in the can now
Walkin' by his block, I'm tryna listen to what he prayin' 'bout
Say he had a dream that he was free, woke up and he ain't out
Release the bros, they play the Cash App now, they don't want them Green Dots

One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end
For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Go buy Breitlings)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited
Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours
Told you that AP came plain Jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard"

Don't you, you screenshot me on your FaceTime, yeah
Took your jewelry box and piss on your watch every minute I think
That you can waste time