Tko (feat. J Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T) [Black Friday Remix]

I don't understand it

Tell me, how could you be so low?

In all enthrilling, new, living sound

Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe

Dammit, d-d-d-d-d-dammit babe

Blood thicker than water, right?

Fuck bitches, they all alike

Stand up ****, not the fallin' type

Heart blacker than a Harlem night

'Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada

But I doubt it 'cause the Lord did bless you

Damn look at that body

Short bus shorty, 'cause you sure look special

Cole to the rescue, never save a ho

Hoes like to hide their behavior though

Thought you was a down ass bitch

'Til I found that shit a couple days ago

I was home alone, next thing I know

That long ass verse from a song called Control was on

The room got nearer, the tune got clearer

That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone

Girl, what is that, a ringtone?

Shit, not you too

Man that hype done got you too

Everybody and they momma gassed

Even my momma asked what I'ma do

Decisions, decisions

In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition

If a **** want problems, my trigger's on auto

I'll make sure that nobody miss 'em

Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me?

I don't need you, I got me, bitch

Same **** moved to N.Y.C., bitch

Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch

Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks

And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch

And after all that achievement

Real **** never even went and got his teeth fixed

Now you try to play me, bitch?

She tried to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO, TKO, TKO, TKO

I don't understand it

Tell me how could you be so low? Damn, uh

(TKO)

You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows

Tryna go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome

Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe

Dammit, d-d-d-d-d-dammit babe

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it

Had the game on lock, streets serenaded

Now you lame muhfuckers lookin' devastated

Bet you **** wish you never hated (That's the devil ain't it?)

"Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that

He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack

Fuck that shit he rap, fuck that shit he spit, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch he with." Finished talking shit? Get up off my dick

The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about

Ménages and the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises

I'm monogamous and not to mention, uh, in my closet

Is a model chick, grimy gothic fits, trapped inside of it

Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit

I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit

Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit

'Fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits

She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for compliments

Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence

(TKO, TKO, TKO)

Was supposed to stop this shit, but spit like I forgot some shit

Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense

(TKO)

I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low? Damn, uh

(TKO)

You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows

Tryna go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome

Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe

(JT this like déjà vu right?)

Dammit, d-d-d-d-d-dammit babe

All this album of the year talk, **** claimin' they're the best out

I been hot since the Purple Tape and this Cuban's poking my chest out

They keep callin' on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out

My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out

I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun

If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got some

Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire

Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like Build-A-Bear

Fuck you know 'bout the type o' Roley?

Fuck you know about blowin' bands?

Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands

A1 since day one, I sold dope and my name rung

I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I made from it

No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie

JT up in the three piece and we magic baby like showtime

She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow

(TKO, TKO)

Once she trap you with the D-A flow, it's lights out, TKO

TKO