YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Kevin Gates - TTG lyrics

Huh, huh, huh huh you fuckin' with this?
I'm fuckin with that all well
Oh yeah, they don't understand this
Business right here all well

I'ma cop one, and you can work that tool
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh lord, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off White, you can get it right
Check the platform

Nation business, I just spent a fifty
Tell me what's the ticket?
Portray that image, actin' like he with it
We pay him a visit speakin' on my name
Droppin' change get you changed
Big body Range, you know we are not the same
ZO6 got me retarded
Super charged in this bitch
They want play me like a lil boy
I snuck that rod in this bitch
Rewind the time, I'm in my prime
I went and flooded my wrist
Bitch ass lil boy can't steal the style
We who started this shit
Shackles made out of metal behind
A pressure plate of glass
Put that metal on he who
Wanna meddle in my affairs
Bitch I'm very important
I'm not no regular artist
I can't do too much talkin', look
Cigar got me coughin'
Do you like a pair of lungs
All that smoke bring the coffin
All my niggas TTG, we turn up
Trained to go for real
BreadWinner vendin' machine
We really sell that coke for real
Any violation
We both knowin' where we go from here
You say your youngin TTG, he trained to go
Well my youngin on BBG and
All he know is blow this for Boozilla
We gon' murk 'em at the corner store
Say he laid low but he got down
Bitch we know you told

I'ma cop one, and you can work that tool
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off White, you can get it right
Check the platform

Never tellin', all of us are felons
Confidential steppin'
Preach like a reverend, brand new MAC-11
Give his ass a blessin'
Kamikaze, livin' like I'm ready
Call that 9-11
All black Panamera, drive it like a 9-11
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up
Leave 'em streched'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up
Leave 'em streched
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standin' on
The blocks smokin' nicotine
Let them lil boys run the city
I got bigger dreams
Nation business, we all different
Stand for different things
Up right independent, plus we fearless
That's by any means (count up)

I'ma cop one, and you can work that tool
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh lord, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off White, you can get it right
Check the platform

In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up
Leave 'em streched
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up
Leave 'em streched
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh