ttwlg 2 (feat. Raeusi)
(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That nigga talking that (That nigga talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty nigga
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip
Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa
Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't even post her
Fuck that bitch, I don't even know her
She suck that cream out my dick like a Danimal
Beat up the cheeks, bitch, I feel like an animal
Eat up the pussy, I feel like a cannibal
Dive in that shit, bitch, I do a lil' cannonball
(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That nigga talking that (That nigga talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty nigga
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip (Yeah)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That nigga talking that (That nigga talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty nigga
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip
Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa
Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't even post her
Fuck that bitch, I don't even know her
She suck that cream out my dick like a Danimal
Beat up the cheeks, bitch, I feel like an animal
Eat up the pussy, I feel like a cannibal
Dive in that shit, bitch, I do a lil' cannonball
(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That nigga talking that (That nigga talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty nigga
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Fazan Munshi, Unknown Writerr, Writer Unknownnn
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