ttwlg 2

Lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Fazo] (Come on) I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame) Stackin' these bands, bucks I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked She suck me good, yeah, she likin' it rough Hit from the back and I beat up her buns Copy the swag, man I'm peepin' my sons You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up Say you lovin' me, no feelings involved Drugs put me to sleep, I'm havin' withdrawals You can't be like me, even if you try (Even if you try) And she wanna fuck, she know who to call [Post-Chorus: Raeusi & Yung Fazo] She know who to call, put a red dot on my blick (Uh) That nigga talkin' that— (That nigga talkin' 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 hudreds 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, yeah, I would never quit If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppers and fire, we aim at your lip [Verse: Yung Fazo & Raeusi] Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't 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 [Chorus: Yung Fazo] (Come on) I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame) Stackin' these bands, bucks I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked She suck me good, yeah, she likin' it rough Hit from the back and I beat up her buns Copy the swag, man I'm peepin' my sons You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up Say you lovin' me, no feelings involved Drugs put me to sleep, I'm havin' withdrawals You can't be like me, even if you try (Even if you try) And she wanna fuck, she know who to call [Post-Chorus: Raeusi & Yung Fazo] She know who to call, put a red dot on my blick (Uh) That nigga talkin' that— (That nigga talkin' 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 hudreds 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, yeah, I would never quit If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppers and fire, we aim at your lip (Yeah)