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TTG (feat. Kevin Gates)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Henry Nichols
Henry Nichols
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thierry Chaunay
Thierry Chaunay
Engineer

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 15, how you paid 22? 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 50, 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, supercharged 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 15, how you paid 22? Ooh Lord, 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 stretched Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stretched 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 15, how you paid 22? 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 stretched Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stretched Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Henry Nichols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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