Tink — Alter Ego Intro

[Verse 1] They be like ain't you that little girl that had that tape Winters Diary Now you out here rapping Thought you only could do R&B No sweetie I spit too Probably harder than ya nigga do Give his ass a little math class Come find out what them triggas do Trigonomics, hella shapes Small circles, no space New niggas y'all not allowed Put a lock pad on them fucking gates Lock pad on my phone case Cause I don't do no talking man Little niggas wanna beef with me Better move around like a silly fan AC, I'm A1 I be at, but got two guns That's more fun, just pick one Watch ya mouth, I put it on ya tongue Don't fuck with me homie These bitches think that they know me Ain't talking bout no liquor store When I tell em' grab that forty Go bang bang like Chief Keef Thank God for that retweet Picked up on that 3hunna Now my name buzzing like a fucking bee Now niggas can't get enough I'm holding weight like a freight truck New auditions for Stomp the Yard These whack hoes better step it up What up Chicago I'm on that drill flow These bitches think it's sweet Meet my alter ego They say I'm hella crazy They say I'm outta my mind Don't get it confused That's just that alter ego coming alive What up Chicago I'm on that drill flow These bitches think it's sweet Meet my alter ego They say I'm hella crazy They say I'm outta my mind Don't get it confused That's just that alter ego coming alive