YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Kevin Gates - TTG Lyrics

Huh, huh-huh
You fuckin' with this?
Fuckin with that
Hard world
Oh yeah, they don't understand this business right here
Hard world

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform

Nation business, I just spent a fifty, 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, super charged in this bitch
They want play me like a lil' boy, I snuck the 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 vending 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' make '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 back two (work back two)
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two? (Paid twenty two)
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could 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 stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standing 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
A bright independent, plus we feelers, that's by any means

(Count up!)
I'ma cop one, and you can work back two (work back two)
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two? (Paid twenty two)
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform

In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)