TTG (feat. Kevin Gates)

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 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 vending 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 --- TTG (feat. Kevin Gates) - YoungBoy Never Broke Again