TBT (feat. Starling)

Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B My niggas made bands off the T-H-C Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C All eyez on me like P-A-C Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T My money on us thats a B-E-T Bout to blow up like T-N-T Fly your bitch out on a one way Got her at the crib goin both ways Drip on my body thats Dolce At brunch, orange juice wit the Rose Bitch i been had juice nigga dont play Niggas be like you the man, ya dont say We done did hella shit that I wont say Need my chip wit the dip, Chipotle I aint sayin no words, middle finger to my opps Hit my nigga Bang, nigga got the locks 5 Percent tint, got it at the Swap Money comin in, im just waitin on the drop Niggas still be hatin they be waitin on the flop KP got the Audi he just drove off the lot Talk about hoes? Niggas know I got a lot Talk about flows? Niggas know I got a lot Wake up, say a prayer, then i check up on my stocks Inside trading tellin me which one to cop Money 6 ways, niggas knowing how i rock Dont forget to lock the door when you step up in my spot You see me in a party just know that its a check there Left Playhouse, you know we made a mess there Faith in God, nigga we dont stress here Aint no losses, Nigga we blessed here Dont test us no S-A-T Young OG like F-A-B I really run Broward like a L-A-P Niggas tryna catch up its a G-A-P Just hit this lil bitch had her walkin all stiff Her man found out now he jumpin off a cliff Tell him its gon be ok just light another spliff Now she gotta go bout to call this bitch a Lyft Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B My niggas made bands off the T-H-C Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C All eyez on me like P-A-C Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T My money on us thats a B-E-T Bout to blow up like T-N-T My nigga used to scoop me up in a cutlass Ain’t sparin niggas cause we straight out the gutta Bitches choosin she want me and my brother She bring her friend let em play wit each other Nigga smooth wit the stick like it’s butter Don’t ice grill bullets turn it to summer They pillow talk I’m watchin for under covers Get the bands standin next to the drummer 2k the fam so don’t play wit it nigga Only up tat the plane for a nigga They gotta see it, can’t explain it to niggas F*ck around make example out of niggas Shit really get real I drop the top on the wheels Hatin don’t know how that feel Out in the field Somethin like destiny’s child cause I just be countin up bills , yeah I thought that they told em they know I be goin in I kill em all I ain’t got no opponents Flights to NY all my niggas in motion We really winnin don’t know how they copin They double team me they can’t leave me open I got her open she love how I’m strokin I can see through them ulterior motives, yeah I ain’t got nothin to prove but it’s nothin to prove it I pull up wit De$ and Chizzyy and Ju and we make a movie, yeah But we still see how they actin She gave me the top I just thought she was cappin Poetry shit nigga I get the snappin, nigga Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B My niggas made bands off the T-H-C Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C All eyez on me like P-A-C Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T My money on us thats a B-E-T Bout to blow up like T-N-T