Tunin In Songtext
von 501Bryze

501
Come on, man!
Man, yo
Whole lot of big cartel shit, man

Man, I got ′em tunin' in, they just like, who is he
Know I ain′t new to this, boy I really do this shit, yeah
I got 'em tunin' in
Don′t check my paper, work is straight
I got ′em tunin' in
I′m taking trips straight off a plane, man

Man, I got 'em tunin′ in, they just like, who is he
Know I ain't new to this, boy, I really do this shit, yeah
I got ′em tunin' in
Don't check my paper, work is straight
I got ′em tunin′ in
I'm taking trips straight off a plane, man


Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Feel like Gucci, man (man)
Boy, I′m rockstar wasted
Bitch, I'm dripped out, my necklace be playing hopscotch
Show my momma, man, I′m recking shit, go call a cop
Man, I'm a dog off the leash, when they eat all the beef
Momma, five-star dinner, feasting on hard south beast
I′m a whore, Louis V up on my draws
Bad bitch a little catty, so I bought my bitch some claws, man

Man, what they know 'bout it? I used to be a nobody
I used to hang with somebody
Who changed an addy, man, gimme a call
Made my heart turned stone
All my brothers that was right with me, all went ghost 'cause I′m own
Man, It′s just so crazy when you up, man
Everybody that was hating on me back then, they still be tunin' in
Yeah, hey, come on!

Man, I got ′em tunin' in, they just like, who is he
Know I ain′t new to this, boy, I really do this shit, yeah
I got 'em tunin′ in
Don't check my paper, work is straight
I got 'em tunin′ in
I′m taking trips straight off a plane, man


Man, I got 'em tunin′ in they just like, who is he
Know I ain't new to this, boy, I really do this shit, yeah
I got ′em tunin' in
Don′t check my paper, work is straight
I got 'em tunin' in
I′m taking trips straight off a plane, man

I′m connected to the streets, from the trap to the holla
I'm a dirty-ass white boy put over blue collars
I′m a down south renegade, who made a lotta change
Came up out the mud with a plan to get that money, my God
They said my hustle wouldn't work, but they were wrong
They said I couldn′t sell a shirt my money long

Now I'm placing new song
Everybody in my lane tryna copy me, a clone, man
I got ′em tunin' in!
They said I'd never make a hit, I got ′em tunin′ in
They said I didn't have the grip, I got ′em tunin' in

Man, I got ′em tunin' in!
Come on, man!
Shoo, shoo
501