Tnt

Got that dough like an Italian, mi Amore an that's Money Mike
Whatnic goin' crazy with this heat, he told me just run it run right
I feel like pop star, but a trap star when I'm on the mic
He heard that his bitch was on stage, now he tryna fight
Fuck that bitch she gonna hype him up
My choppa lay him down
I was in New York with 1hunnid guns in 200 rounds
Big body swerving, tinted windows, GMC
Nigga I don't need no fucking addy, I know where you be
I'm just chillin' on the throne nigga we ain't switching seats
You know I'm gon' blow up in this bitch so this that TNT

I got that heat, I spit that heat, you cannot touch my energy
I put trust in nobody cause, these niggas enemies
Ou Ouu
A Badder bitch
I got me a badder Bitch
She make it clap like savages
I told her put her back in it
My pockets look like cabbages
So she gon' keep on bagging it
He Talking all that ra ra
Shooters on my roster
My sister just talking shit, that's cause she a Costa
Rest in peace the OG, that man Kobe, he a mamba
Yeah I gotta couple shooters on the fucking payroll
But I don't like talking much so imma keep my mouth closed

I was chillin in the trap, boolin on the Eastside
Where you can deep fried
Get shot up on yah free time
If my niggas shooting best believe imma bust mine
Told the gang just turn me up who want that beef I'm gon' bang
She ain't go college but she smart I swear she give me brain
I'm not showin' love to bitch, cause this bitch the same
I got your months pay, chillin on my feet
And I make a hit, every single week
These Amiri Jeans, (I'm Slime) I'm so slime not no sneeze
I don't feel like talking to em I see him then he's diseased
I call this AK Big Daffy cause it make a nigga duck
Flick it up at bp, get some blunts an double cup
I can't tell you how I feel
Everybody fake as fuck
That's my drip, my swimwear
Fuck his bitch I don't care
From the ghet where we just break bread
You'll get stained if you don't share