Computers (Tutor) lyrics

[Intro]
It's just one take, that's wild
sh*t bro (Oh-oh)
I needa' start some personal lab (I ain't got no personal lab)
May wanna shoot yo' dad (Woo, b*tch)
Hahahaha
b*tch we lit, whip, huh
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

[Verse]
Skrr, pull off then I dip (Huh, skrr, skrr, skrr, woah)
Shootin' from the hip (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hip, make him jump, hop, hip (Woah, yeah, yeah)
Hip, f*ck her back up, hips (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
.40 got him walkin' like a crip (Yeah, yeah, yeah, he 6)
Gun so big, you know I limp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pink Bathing Ape, b*tch I'm a chimp (Yeah, chimp, chimp, chimp)
Complicated, these n*ggas simp' (Simple ass f*ck n*ggas)
This a race, Tay K (Skrr)
Do the race 'til they free Tay K (Free Tay K)
b*tch I surf on 'em, here's a tidal wave (Shh, shh, shh)
Clothes fresh like detergent, I'm drippin' that tidal way (Oh yeah)
Music came out March 8th (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
sh*t's about to do great (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
164 in the first week (Okay, okay, okay)
Tell these other n*ggas raise the stakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch)
You want beef?, chef steak (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out my way, f*ck out my way (f*ck out my way b*tch, f*ck out my way)
Randy Moss, catch any play (Catch bodies, b*tch, I catch bodies)
He get tossed, body bag him any day (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I hang tide, I hang ten but my gun, it hang nine, uh (Let's go, let's go)
Got a thirty in that nine, traumatize 'em (Let's go, let's go)
I'm a pastor with this rifle, baptize him (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, uh)
I'll divide him (I'll divide him)
He being a di*khead, this choppa circ*mcise him (Brrah, brrah, brrah) (Okay, okay, okay)
b*tch I'ma divide him (Imma do what to ‘em?)
He being a di*khead, this choppa circ*mcise him (f*ck that n*gga up, brrah, brrah, brrah)
She on Miley Cyrus (Yeah, yeah, slatt, slatt)
See the cocaina in her, in her eyelids (Yeah, yeah, shh, shh)
In her iris, said just try it (Okay)
Ayy, don't try it, I'm on Percs, baby I'm flying (Not today)
Th-thirty and another, .30 in that choppa, let it go (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I-I feel like a farmer, all these n*ggas plants, I let 'em grow (Okay)
Fever yes it's cold, baguettes is extra snow, no Eskimo (Uhh)
n*ggas know I cannot trust these n*ggas too, like Metro, ho, uh-huh (Okay, what that mean? Let's go)
If they don't trust you, then they gon' shoot you (I'ma shoot you, b*tch)
n*ggas be beefin' on the computers (On the computers, b*tch?)
I went to school to f*ck on a tutor (To f*ck on my tutor, b*tch)
I f*cked that b*tch on top of the computer (Ta-ta-ta-ta-type)
[Outro]
Ah-type-type
I don't really got no—, uh
On the computer, uh
I'ma let that breathe, uh
Let that breathe, uh
I'ma let that be, uh, cool
f*ckin' that b*tch and I'm watching her go, uh-huh
She off the molly and she off the coke, uh-huh
She drop a body like faggots and soap, uh-huh
I hit that b*tch like a soap on a—, uh-huh
I take that b*tch like the soap on a rope
She got my di*k in her motherf*ckin' throat
Run up on me, you get hit with the pole
I ain't talking 'bout poker, but I poke
All these n*ggas a—, oof
Let me hear the whole song from the top real quick