TTG
Hah
Yo
Ttg
Yo
Yo my bro let's make it happen
If i want a score
All I'll do is tap it
Op boy made a lot of mess
On the floor
Imma tell his home boys
To pick a mop and fucking
Wipe it
Mark my words
I don't miss no chances
Cos I ain't leaving the crib
Without taking my rambo
Pussy boy come play
I swear you'll get wet up
I gotta be careful the way I move
Cos they're tryna set me up
Got my food on their neck
And I'm giving them hiccups
I'm giving them hiccups
These niggaz are envy and dickheads
They don't wanna see a nigga
In the industry cos they know
I'm a problem
Boy you want some smoke
C'mon and get some
I ain't no vegan
I eat anything
And I'm still gonna feed them
I'm still gonna feed them
I'm ready to ching 'em
We on the op block
And we're ready to sweep 'em
I told lil homie to stay off the road
Cos them niggaz on the road
Ain't really street
All they do is snitch
And I'm fucking pissed
I can't let them live
Uh!
Can you hear that engine revving
I'm on my way to make it happen
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And i shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
I'm straight out mud
I was raised in the wings
Man what a nigga seen
You don't know a damn thing
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
I'm straight out mud
I was raised in the wings
Man what a nigga seen
You don't know a damn thing
Uh!
I make a white ting
Just bruck her back like
Kim Kardashian
I stay in the t-house
With the plug
We're trapping it out
You don't see me around town
Cos I can't show my face
I only pop out when it's needed
You rapped on your song
That you was from the block
Boy I've been around here
And you ain't get around
You niggas be chatty
Gangsters on the gram
I don't really got no time
For no chit chat
Fuck all that he said she said
If you got a problem
Bring it to my face
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
Yo
Ttg
Yo
Yo my bro let's make it happen
If i want a score
All I'll do is tap it
Op boy made a lot of mess
On the floor
Imma tell his home boys
To pick a mop and fucking
Wipe it
Mark my words
I don't miss no chances
Cos I ain't leaving the crib
Without taking my rambo
Pussy boy come play
I swear you'll get wet up
I gotta be careful the way I move
Cos they're tryna set me up
Got my food on their neck
And I'm giving them hiccups
I'm giving them hiccups
These niggaz are envy and dickheads
They don't wanna see a nigga
In the industry cos they know
I'm a problem
Boy you want some smoke
C'mon and get some
I ain't no vegan
I eat anything
And I'm still gonna feed them
I'm still gonna feed them
I'm ready to ching 'em
We on the op block
And we're ready to sweep 'em
I told lil homie to stay off the road
Cos them niggaz on the road
Ain't really street
All they do is snitch
And I'm fucking pissed
I can't let them live
Uh!
Can you hear that engine revving
I'm on my way to make it happen
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And i shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
I'm straight out mud
I was raised in the wings
Man what a nigga seen
You don't know a damn thing
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
I'm straight out mud
I was raised in the wings
Man what a nigga seen
You don't know a damn thing
Uh!
I make a white ting
Just bruck her back like
Kim Kardashian
I stay in the t-house
With the plug
We're trapping it out
You don't see me around town
Cos I can't show my face
I only pop out when it's needed
You rapped on your song
That you was from the block
Boy I've been around here
And you ain't get around
You niggas be chatty
Gangsters on the gram
I don't really got no time
For no chit chat
Fuck all that he said she said
If you got a problem
Bring it to my face
Boy I'm ttg pull up on a nigga
And I shoot
Don't come around here
You'll get fried
Rambo blade gon sound like ching
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Writer(s): Nnaeto Igwe
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