T.M.S.

Ah man, niggas got me started and shit
Fuck it, fuck it (Good job, Sho), uh

All these bitches on dick
And I bet you they don't know my mothafuckin' name
Bring ya game, I'ma bring the flame
Knock 'em out the frame, put 'em all to shame
Got me talkin' my shit
Chokin' on it, how 'bout addin' some spit?
Pokin' at it, but ain't gettin' the tip
You unwanted, always gettin' skipped, get it?
It's a Uno play, put you in reverse
And I pass well, like I'm on the Spurs
It's a give and go, lettin' shots disperse
Or a pick and pop, either one is first
Shoutout my beatmaker for this sample
Me and Otis Redding know I'm hard to handle
Lookin' stupid as fuck lettin' niggas amp you
Pull up, fah-fah-fah, eggs start to scramble
All that politickin' really not convincin'
Really contradictin' how you not committin'
To the shit you say, you better do it
If you live how you spoke, you ain't gotta prove it
Put in work, then there really ain't nothin' to it
Lyricism a habit, I stay improvin'
Put in work, then there really ain't nothin' to it
Lyricism a habit, I stay improvin'
Too blunt, shawty ain't worth a dime
Ya nigga got punched and it made him cry
Thought it was sweet, now they salty, no lie
I blame myself, I replied
You're doin' bad, you ain't got it good
Better understand, get it understood
You could never be better, that's on ya hood
Little engine bitch, 'cause you wish you could, stupid