TIKTOK (feat. GG Tef)

Aye Ugh Yeah Ugh Aye GG Ugh Look ugh Somebody pour me up All these drugs in my system I'm throwing up Don't you ask bout the team, know we going up Somebody pass me the bity, I load it up Look I need somebody to hold me down Baby you ain't do a thing but just hold me up Ugh Been with the gang for so long If I see my bro down then I'm picking my brodie up Your name Your name ain't wock or tris I'm sorry little baby I can't let you slow me up You only like me for the money That cash in my pocket I can't even fold it up So much weight in the spot that I can't even hold it up Moving these pounds, this shit got me toning up And I don't fear nothing maybe I ain't pour enough Heard he got popped with his chop, maybe he should tote another Heard he got got for his chain now he trying to boast another She drop that ass on me I'ma pick it up If you ever see me on your block I'ma stick it up I be in the kitchen with the pot, I'ma whip it up Think I need another shot, I'ma sip it up Flañeur sweat suite, wake up and zip it up I'm ten toes nigga, I'm not tripping up Okay I'm on the run from the police, I'm not slipping up M.O.B. till I die, I'm not switching up Woah huh I don't fuck with that thot, I'm not kissing her (ha ha ha yeah) I'ma just pull up and beat up the kitty until it purr (okay) I don't think I'll ever live a clean life, I come from the dirt Okay I'm getting fly baby just like Marty Oh yeah and I'm getting high baby just like Marley Little baby a super fan, she know that I'm gnarly She get money off a webcam, shit just like I Carley Little baby just want to party She moving neeky freaky off the Bacardi I tell her pull up and that bitch never tarty She just coming for the meat like I work at Arby's huh They thought bro was from Philly when he put pointers in the Carti's I might have did that bitch wrong, but I can never say I'm sorry look Bitches playing games all day, what the fuck I look like an Atari Back in the days got points up off of nicks they forgot, I feel like Amare Somebody pour me up All these drugs in my system I'm throwing up Don't you ask bout the team, know we going up Somebody pass me the bity, I load it up Look I need somebody to hold me down Baby you ain't do a thing but just hold me up Ugh Been with the gang for so long If I see my bro down then I'm picking my brodie up Your name Your name ain't wock or tris I'm sorry little baby I can't let you slow me up You only like me for the money That cash in my pocket I can't even fold it up So much weight in the spot that I can't even hold it up Moving these pounds, this shit got me toning up And I don't fear nothing maybe I ain't pour enough Heard he got popped with his chop, maybe he should tote another Heard he got got for his chain now he trying to boast another