เพลง TTG (feat. Kevin Gates) (Explicit)

Huh, huh, huh huh

You fuckin' with this?

I'm fuckin with that

Hard world

Oh yeah, they don't understand this business right here

Hard world

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two

They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?

Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on

I'm Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

Nation business, I just spent a fifty,

Tell me what's the ticket?

Portray that image, actin' like he with it,

We pay him a visit

Speakin' on my name, droppin' change get you changed

Big body Range, you know we are not the same

ZO6 got me retarded, super charged in this bitch

They want play me like a lil boy,

I snuck the rod in this bitch

Rewind the time, I'm in my prime,

I went and flooded my wrist

Bitch ass lil boy can't steal the style,

We who started this shit

Shackles made out of metal behind a pressure plate of glass

Put that metal on who he who wanna meddle in my affairs

Bitch I'm very important, I'm not no regular artist

I can't do too much talkin', look, cigar got me coughin'

Do you like a pair of lungs,

All that smoke bring the coffin

All my niggas TTG, we turn up, trained to go for real

Break one up in the machine,

We really sell that coke for real

Any violation, we both knowin' where we go from here

You say your youngin TTG, he trained to go

Well my youngin on BBG and all he know is blow

This for Boozilla, we gon' make 'em at the corner store

Say he laid low but he got down, bitch we know you told

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two

They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?

Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on

I'm Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

Never tellin', all of us are felons, confidential steppin'

Preach like a reverend, brand new MAC-11,

Give his ass a blessin'

Kamikaze, livin' like I'm ready, call that 9-11

All black Panamera, drive it like a 9-11

In your section bae,

I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'

Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up

In your section bae,

I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'

Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up

Cold blooded steppers standing on the blocks smokin' nicotine

Let them lil boys run the city,

I got bigger dreams

Nation business, we all different,

Stand for different things

A bright independent, plus we feelers, that's by any means

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two

They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?

Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on

I'm Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

In your section bae,

I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'

Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up

In your section bae,

I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'

Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh