ctms Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Aye pass me that
Yeah yeah
No don't worry it's all good
Enough for you enough for me
Recording this Sunday night
It's Colder
Just got back to the city
Walked off the plane now the Lyft doing 60
I got plenty but she's so needy
My time to give
But that's my rib
I knew little shawty since back when was kids
Fucking on her when I didn't own a crib
Now I'm in the spot and I'm standing on shit
Cus that's my shit
This my shit
Yeah that's my shit
Yeah this my shit
Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit
Yeah that's my shit
Yeah this my shit
Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit
My skin got glow
My body on swole
Had to level up but it didn't take me long
Lost a friends a few friends so there's pain in my songs
But I keep on yeah I maintain
How you keep it quiet when there's noise in your brain
How colder kept his cool man that shit is insane
Always on go so the grip got grain
Up all night I'm a zombie give me brain
Don't forget the details
Don't forget to call your mom and tell her that you mean well
Oh you been well
Are you drinking water
Don't forget to exhale
Let the stress go, baby we can set sail
Slipped off the road I got lost a few times
Now I'm back with a map, pinning places where I'm at
Oh they see me now asking how I get around
Baby I'm colder I'm new in town
Got Big Ster all in yo zip
Here for a check and then I dip
On the redeye back to my crib
Cus that's my rent I pay that shit
Yeah that's my shit
Yeah this my shit
Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit
Yeah that's my shit
Yeah this my shit
Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit