Dyson ft. Mello Lyrics

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson

She sucking me clean like a Dyson

I'm going back to my old ways

Fuck it, I think that they like it

Rolling up all of my problems

And smoking 'em down in a backwood

Pray to the heavenly father

Tell him that If I could change it then I would

Aye, I pay for all of my own shit

Ain't worried bout a few dollars

I made it here with my whole clique

Ain't a single one of us scholars

Yeah, I dropped out and made a couple million

Fuck everybody who doubted

And I learned more than I ever would if I'd have stayed up in that college

So it's fuck the world

Middle fingers up when I ride around in exotics

Yo, this song's dope, I like this

You know that's how I got it

Bro, I bring the heat on every beat just like I'm eating hibachi

Rolex timepiece and a white tee

Fuck all of that Versace

I, can not stop, can not quit, till the day I drop

Rollie drop, drip'd fit, fuck a Saint Laurent

Adidas shoes and some tall socks

Black pants on, fuck Nike

This rap game done seen a lot of shit but they ain't seen nothing like me, ha

Business man with a rapper flow

Rappers brag about their money, but I got the dough

I'm staying strapped cuz you never know

And if y'all see Obama, tell that man I said hello

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson

She sucking me clean like a Dyson

I'm going back to my old ways

Fuck it, I think that they like it

Rolling up all of my problems

And smoking 'em down in a backwood

Pray to the heavenly father

Tell him that If I could change it then I would

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson

She sucking me clean like a Dyson

I'm going back to my old ways

Fuck it, I think that they like it

Rolling up all of my problems

And smoking 'em down in a backwood

Pray to the heavenly father

Tell him that If I could change it then I would

Write self-made on all of my own shit so you know just how I got it

Since day one, T&M bitch, back in high school on Ducatis

Now we gotta gang in 2019 made a million paper profit

So we smokin' on exotics, I'ma spend it if I got it

Don't care what the price is, fuck it I want the options

I'm at the bank making deposits, like get this cash off me

Hot line bling this money call me, like fuckin all day

Early in the morning, like booty calling

Dropped out of class to follow my dream and turn into a honcho

Let a little time pass, finesse king

Run shit make moves like Don Pablo

Most wanted, El Chapo

Been gone yeah, now I'm back though

Shoes look nice, but the outfit might look like I shop my fits at Marshalls

Drip exclusive, I don't like designer, that shit look stupid

I am not a rapper, now rappers fruity

Kinda been feeling like my life's a movie

Surrounded by money, nice cars, and booties

Judies love that so they wanna do me

Hitting from the back got her on all fours like a bison, told me she love it when

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson

She sucking me clean like a Dyson

I'm going back to my old ways

Fuck it, I think that they like it

Rolling up all of my problems

And smoking 'em down in a backwood

Pray to the heavenly father

Tell him that If I could change it then I would

I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson

She sucking me clean like a Dyson

I'm going back to my old ways

Fuck it, I think that they like it

Rolling up all of my problems

And smoking 'em down in a backwood

Pray to the heavenly father

Tell him that If I could change it then I would