TTG (feat. Kevin Gates)

Lyrics

Huh, huh, huh, huh
 You fuckin' with this?
 I'm fuckin' with that
 All well
 Oh yeah, they don't understand this business right here
 All well
 I'ma cop one, and you can work that tool
 They go for 15, how you paid 22?
 Ooh Lord, 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 50, 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, supercharged in this bitch
 They want play me like a lil' boy, I snuck that 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 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
 BreadWinner vendin' 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' murk '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 that tool
 They go for 15, how you paid 22?
 Ooh Lord, 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 stretched
 Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
 In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stretched
 Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
 Cold-blooded steppers standin' 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
 Up right independent, plus we fearless, that's by any means (count up)
 I'ma cop one, and you can work that tool
 They go for 15, how you paid 22?
 Ooh Lord, 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 stretched
 Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
 In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stretched
 Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
1
Tempo
78 BPM

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