Underscore - Tony Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: OVR] Shout out to Shout out to nobody, f** everybody dude Screw you dude, Screw you, Screw you dude you f**ing jerk [Verse 1: OVR] Issey Miyake, Donatella Versace My wrist is so cold, I should play hockey I got the pocket rocket, do not take my broccoli I got 3 hoes me and my woes they swap with me I'm in a Tesla bu*t a** naked I invented swag, y'all take it Pink gator jacket, real gator I do not fake it Skating rink on my neck, Don't try to figure 8 it Tony and I we think we're related We cheffing up pepperoni, I think that they hate it I'm In that Rari, Suwoo ravioli It's still Bologna, you thought this was salami? I'm calling up the plug he front me that ptarmigan You shot at me but luckily I got under armor on My wallet is fat, Yours look like Ramadan I'm sorry if that's offensive, I wasn't too sure on that I called your Rollie fake, You got defensive Look at my shoes, These are expensive I still have bands, I don't past tense it You a copy, a stencil I go undercover no Jun Takahishi I'm in that rover I'm on the beaches I sniff coke and then I sneeze it, I just keep sniffing I Charlie Sheen it I think I'm in Pisa the way I'm leaning I'm in the trap I'm fighting off fiends Nobody loves me and nobody wants me I live in a mansion but it is not haunted [Verse 2: Suede Pubes] Coming in hot as hell Bringing you all this jell Tell me what is that smell It's me conjuring this spell Smoking crack that bell Orange drank Kennan and kel Bologna boys still Raking in these bills Can you pay my bills? Destinys Child's ill Unlock the sk** Coming for the k** Is this song fake No this song is real Tired on the beat man I'm lazy I'm making singles you smelling daisies Black pray hand emoji IOS 8 dot dot dot point 3 It's a Honda not a Mitsubishi Making macaroni art with tony How many bricks? Twenty Sheesh, that's a new Bentley Cutting you off, machete We ain't friends, ain't your bestie Ping pong made a mill off a single Rolex now all you want to mingle Want to make some friends? Omegle I ain't your dog, you beagle Bologna Boy Scouts, you eagle I'm at the beach with my dessert seagull Tony gave me some work, it's illegal I ain't your dog, I'm bingo [Verse 3: UNDERSCORE] Go call up Tony Time to flip a brick Just call me captain, I'm steering this ship Whipping a Honda yacht, And bumping big krit Wiping my bu*t with your bape after taking a sh** This that Bologna, and we are f**in lit Don't use no matches, cause we are lit like bic I ain't no magician, but I'm calling your tricks Got a house in Dubai, top floor of the ritz Got your girl in the lobby, doing coke off her tits Honda CRX with the stick shift, its shaped like a dick Polka dot paint job She slurp on my knob Living in a tent like Bob Living in a cob like a spider f** where's my lighter? Need some boxing gloves, Because I am a fighter Doing c**aine, it don't get no whiter [Verse 4: YOUNGLEEHYDROLAFLAME] YOUNGLEEHYDRO Gucci cellphone, flexing metro Don't worry about Tony because it's strictly confidential I'm still swerving Hondas, while you're still flexing rentals Eating ramen noodles, I prefer Oriental Finna hit the plug walk, finny stack my Gucci chips Need to make this drop off, get rid of these bricks I'm about to go to Flexico, Yes, I am Flexian Damn, What would Gucci do? Tell Bob to pay his rent Slang gang gang gang gang brrr ang dang dang Selling all this white, you can call me Kurt Cocaine Call me 2Pac, I think I'm 2Pac, because I got the juice Boo boo boo boo boo boo bop boo bop bee boo Pull off, Civic coupe Call Tony, and have him leave you like some soup [Outro: Everyone] Bologna gang, Ice boys Get the f** off my property Still swerving Hondas f** you FuBu a** n***as You so 2000 and late We kicking it 2013 Young Money kicking it for the 99' and 2000 f** you n***as! Aye, Birdman go get them!