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TTG
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Hip-Hop/Rap
TTG was released on October 31, 2024 by 2833663 Records DK as a part of the album Tales From The Streetz
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Release DateOctober 31, 2024
Label2833663 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Chrone
Edward Chrone
Songwriter
Elton Bandoo
Elton Bandoo
Songwriter

Lyrics

Got my young hitters with me and yeah, they train to go
Got a bunch of sticks on them and yeah, they gon' let it blow
Lotta opps talkin' but I know that shit be all cap
Check my paperwork, pussy, this shit ain't just all rap
All my **** on go, yeah, yeah, we on go
Fuck, boy, let me tell ya twice, yeah, we on go
If a **** actin' hard, then he gon' get smoked
Cause my **** T-T-G, that mean we train to go
Bend the block on that pussy ****
He tryna act hard but we know you really pussy ****
I catch you broad daylight, you outta sight, you outta mind
My stick the Grim Reaper and hit you
Then you outta time for talkin' shit, your mama crying
My **** masked up like it's Halloween
It ain't no COVID either, fuck round, get mowed down, then your wife beater
**** ain't throwin' hands no more
They got them Glocks with the nuts that'll blow down doors
We on your head like some beats by Dre's
And we sick like a stick with AIDS
Knock your cap off and loose your braids
Dade County **** we don't play
We got AKs
This ain't no game like EA
But we strapped like Max Payne
Young **** untamed
Aim only at brains
Close casket, look strange
Ice man, but got flame
Guerrilla **** can't be tame
And my young ****, shit
Got my young hitters with me and yeah, they train to go
Got a bunch of sticks on them and yeah, they gon' let it blow
Lotta opps talkin', but I know that shit be all cap
Check my paperwork, pussy, this shit ain't just all rap
All my **** on go, yeah, yeah, we on go
Fuck, boy, let me tell ya twice, yeah, we on go
If a **** actin' hard, then he gon' get smoked
Cause my **** TGG, that means we train to go
Got a squad full of young **** lookin' like the army
Slidin' like Santa, them reindeers right behind me
Pull up on your block and jump out like the mailman
Got a stick and my dog with me like a blind man
Then spin the block again like a **** left somethin
Spin the block one more time like a **** test drivin
School of hard knocks and the first class is homicide
It's like a Thor movie the way them **** on that hammer time
I told my **** break the law, not the code
Cause it'll end well for the last **** that told
He don't wanna see us slide through
Hand out the window, givin' you that beef you want like a drive-thru
**** act hard for attention
But they don't want it no more when they start hearin' them switches
He ain't talkin' shit no more in them comments
Cause the last time you seen him was the last time you saw him
Got my young hitters with me and yeah, they train to go
Got a bunch of sticks on them and yeah, they gon' let it blow
Lotta opps talkin', but I know that shit be all cap
Check my paperwork, pussy, this shit ain't just all rap
All my **** on go, yeah, yeah, we on go
Fuck, boy, let me tell you twice, yeah, we on go
If a **** actin' hard, then he gon' get smoked
Cause my **** TTG, that mean we train to go
Written by: Edward Chrone, Elton Bandoo
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