T.T.M 2020
Run up with bands
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
Yo bitch is my bitch
She tried to swallow my dick
Boy tryna' shoot so I'll show him the ropes
Shit the way you be talking a joke
Shit I do not care what I wrote
Yo rapping a nope
Yo music is small but mine has done grown
Dare you diss come get yo bitch
Hit it or miss which one do you miss
Really don't care cause that bitch is a simp
Why would I care
Tell me why would I care
Why would I care
Why would I care if you hopped in my mentions
Boy tryna' ride double digits
I need me a triple go find me the rest that is missing
(Missing)
Pluto he going divine that is his mission
Over the top now I'm flying like crickets
(Crickets)
Wanting to fight so I get it
Relieving yo stress so over here boy come and get it
Run up with bands
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
Bitch better not frown
Walk into yo house with a choppa bitch what is that sound
Boy just tell me right now
Run up with bands
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
(Haha)
2020 SHIT!
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
Yo bitch is my bitch
She tried to swallow my dick
Boy tryna' shoot so I'll show him the ropes
Shit the way you be talking a joke
Shit I do not care what I wrote
Yo rapping a nope
Yo music is small but mine has done grown
Dare you diss come get yo bitch
Hit it or miss which one do you miss
Really don't care cause that bitch is a simp
Why would I care
Tell me why would I care
Why would I care
Why would I care if you hopped in my mentions
Boy tryna' ride double digits
I need me a triple go find me the rest that is missing
(Missing)
Pluto he going divine that is his mission
Over the top now I'm flying like crickets
(Crickets)
Wanting to fight so I get it
Relieving yo stress so over here boy come and get it
Run up with bands
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
Bitch better not frown
Walk into yo house with a choppa bitch what is that sound
Boy just tell me right now
Run up with bands
I don't give a damn
He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan
Say you a savior well don't be that man
Eight for a gram
Well damn
He threatened the threatened the menace
We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted
That yoppa it don't make a sound
We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground
Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down
His brother he talking that shit
So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds
I know I'm profound so give me the crown
(Haha)
2020 SHIT!
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Writer(s): Christopher Wilson
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