T.D.M.T.L.T.A.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, they say the clock's tickin' Mines is under my bed, yeah, that's where I keep it I'm just layin' next to some edible vagina I'm tryin' to show this bitch that I get better over time I hope you know a gentleman issue dependin' on his mood He'll throw a few scraps to his ratchet fam Then get in a suit, hat and go clap at you While you at your dinner, oh, that's classic, man I'm givin' passes in exchange for weight And by "passes", I mean gastric, fam By "pass", I mean I'll pass cause these niggas groupies, tran They givin' roofies to fans I'd rather invite over Karrueche Tran Answer the door wit' some Lil' Boosie playin' We ain't really hearin' you niggas sittin' on dubs I got my ear to your car window I still don't understand what do you be sayin' Could you please move that lil' piece of shit out the way So I could take the piss? By the way, what are y'all competin' for? If I could just be honest, my wifey fuckin' gorgeous And if I ain't fuckin' Rihanna, then what the fuck I'm cheatin' for? If this movie I'm living's for your viewin' pleasure Then I can't really be no whore Cause they don't make 'em like me no more [Chorus] They don't make 'em like me no more Yeah, that's opportunity knockin' I'm standin' where it might be your door To say to you that they don't make 'em like me no more [Verse 2] May God bless anyone against this conquest Y'all hire muscle like I'm pressed Like I ain't out here walkin' 'round like I'm a one-man arm press I'm just in the zone I said, "Less talk", not "Let's talk", let's just get it on Who the best out right now? Just get 'em on the phone Tell him I don't want much I just want to tell him that I plan to come and kill him I'm a probably talk to him soft like Liam Neeson Like I'm bein' decent I'm PRhyme, I'm Slaughterhouse, I'm BME I'm sort of like 'Pac in the vest, I got no fear in me Cause I done been to hell and back so many times That I think I'd seen the smile on the face of the reaper So don't waste your time prayin' to your creator Too late, he can't make ya like me, bruh [Chorus] Nah, they don't make 'em like this no more That's opportunity knockin' I'm standin' there like this your door To say to them that they don't make 'em like this no more [Verse 3] This ain't the standard ops you niggas done ran across I'll send my little man across the street He'll stop squeezin' 'til somethin' pops into your head Like a random thought, I don't care for drama I'd rather terrorize you, chase you 'round your city Like you Sarah Connor and I'm the Terminator I'm wearin' Ferragamo the same time that the devil's wearin' Prada Why would you and I compare albums? I got your life in the palm of my hands Layin' it down is all I'm thinkin' 'bout And newsflash, niggas is frauds, it's all an act When he tough wit' the talk He don't go out in traffic, he know I'll slap him He know I'll snatch him out of that box he lives in he calls Abby You know I'll stuff him back in that box That I put niggas in called casket It ain't nothin' to squash, don't call my line wit' that wack shit You want to get to the bottom of that? Call catfish Now let me get back to what I was doin' This hundred-round drum turns around time in mixed months Same Valentine's day massacre, March Madness Wrapped in a big blunt, let's smoke the niggas who really live it Who know what beef really is and don't speak if it really isn't Got niggas doin' life in the prison on the iPhone and the corrlinks And I live in the no-fly zone And more digits is all that I got my eyes on I see you clowns through the eyes of the Lord I'm lookin' down knowin' I'll be around for your rise and your fall You rhyme, what's more mind-blowin' than a 9 to your jaw? Even a weak flow could be nice I'm takin' penitentiary chances We roll the dice like the Migos in Vice You want these hoes and likes Me? I'm the one there'll be no one like