TTK (feat. TG Kommas)

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property and invade where you lay

Fill your nose wit' nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon' help you

But shit you straight, you finna hush

Already knew you wasn't livin' like you say you will

My hitter TTK, he trained to kill

He sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill wit' jill

That's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear "brra"

You don't wanna do that

I know some Emmitt Tills with a double face

Call the paramedics

My **** will never squeal

'Cause this the life we live

We know just what it is

**** stand on business

Let off switches just to get business clear

Opps shoppin', I'm on his rear

Molly poppin', you can see all my grill

But still steady wit' it

Hot sauce on the belly wit' it

Stop sliding' like my debit

When shots fired, you gon' raise just like my credit

I wanna murder you

Ain't keepin' shit copasetic

I live my life like I live in a zoo

I know that you ain't ready

You say you wanna do something to who

Go with your move, this shit get deadly

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property and invade where you lay

Fill your nose wit' nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon help you

But shit you straight, you finna hush

Already knew you wasn't living like you say you will

My hitter TTK, he trained to kill

He sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill wit' jill

That's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear "brra"

You don't wanna do that

I know some Emmitt Tills with a double face

Call the paramedics

I'm still indulgin' in the smoke

If that bitch play, then its murder that she wrote

Can't put my gun down

'Cause it's up and we don't go

Treat my blick just like my bitch, you know that I'm gon' keep her close

Flame this bitch at in the opposition

Shoot from head to toe

Since he cappin' in this caption

Bitch you dyin' behind a post

Hit your block like a thief in the night

You gon' get your life stole

We stretch that boy

Then hit the road, plottin' on another soul

Don't get caught in the way

I bring choppers on your property and invade where you lay

Fill your nose wit' nothin' but dust

And all that screamin' ain't gon help you

But shit you straight, you finna hush

Already knew you wasn't livin' like you say you will

My hitter TTK, he trained to kill

He sober as fuck when he on a drill

Maniac mentality

I'ma stomp the yard when I'm on the field

You up the hill wit' jill

That's the reason why you gettin' jacked

Move wrong, hear "brra"

You don't wanna do that

I know some Emmitt Tills with a double face

Call the paramedics