KeY Wane - TAR lyrics

[Intro] Aw.... aw... So like... every once and a while I release a track right? People are like "man how'd you even come up with that stuff? Like I don't understand how... know'm saying?" And I'm like dude... I wrote that in like 20 minutes... It ain't even nothing... so... once and a while, I be like... [Verse] These my throw away rhymes So rappers go and pick and choice your fav lines You need some help then go ahead and take mine Chop it up and lay 'em down to save time Cook it up like based god and serve 'em up like tray lines Ride around in that Martin down in Arizona for Trayvon Jump ball it's play time, grab the 9 like Rondo And watch me get my Rajon, my rage on, my range on Check ya girl get rained on from stacks larger than hay rides Went and k**ed that p**y cat, now she's down to 8 lives Now she on that stage 5, beat it up, she clean it up And hit again at the same time, that's Mark Teixeira and A-Rod Oh lord I stay fly you walk around with them pigeon toes I switch it up with these different flows you stuck spittin' them same rhymes Yo girl be missing clothes and standing under that mistletoe I pa** and slam that's give n go no ally-oop or hang time I whip it out, yeah that's a lot of hang time Make a list of your favorite chicks I'll Blake Griffin your fav 5 You roll up the gra** till you looking through them snake eyes I live it up because I was born, 2 die, no snake eyes One time for my city for putting me on and two times for my fans that me singing along I be living so high like I'm chiefin' this strong, like I'm breathing this bong, like I'm Cheechin' this Chong AW, yo lady be mouthing my words and you wonder why she always singing along She be touching herself and repeating this song and she ended up falling asleep with it on It's hard to think when you deep in the sheets That every time she closing her eyes she really be thinking of sleepin' with me Cause you claim you ball more, but stall more than bathrooms The only time you got cash is when you snackin' on cashews Quit with all that fake talk, the only time you break laws Is after looking to the right, left, then proceeding to J-walk You gave your girl to mixtape but she rather go and play mine But shh-ii-tt, these my throwaway rhymes