Leng TT Lyrics

Yo, fumes in the air stinking, this ain't , no curry

My bros just whipped up, something real quickly

One into six, this ain't no mcflurry

I just got a call from Trey, showed me

That he needed a the dots in a hurry

I bought that quickly, cause that's man's cousin

Round here bro , the link is one

No delinquent ones , we don't do no buddies

Crash corn on an old school friend

Had to do man, wrong like mice and men

Like Lenny, catch one in your head

Now you looking like zombie that's left for dead

Old school days used to pull up on pedals

Now we pull up in big boy whips, make the arm extend

Real life, no need to pretend

Like half of my batch won't see them again

Cause I was thirteen when my bros got nicked for the M

When I look back, bro, didn't have no sense

Cause he done it bait face on the CCTV

Next thing I see, bro, news at ten

Oh shit, free akz free g free s

Like free the whole team, we the last ones left

Look, man can't do it like this

So they hate and shit, but it don't make sense

Like, why not learn instead

If you wanna see racks, I can show you way more than a ten

Cause my name's t.b I'm a real trap boy

No need to pretend

Still fuck up the pavement

Get shit done, that's any location

Done already told man, bricks in the basement

Hella TT, that's some Leng Caucasian And I feel like the boy Sean Paul

When my head gets hot, that's my temperature raising

Gun start blazing

Shoot where your face is

Look, no face, no cases

My young boy ain't , gonna leave no traces,

I tell a big man, cool, if you're gonna cop boots

Better cop them laces

Patrolling the block nowadays

Come like I see bare new faces

I'm in a Compton estate or with my one eights But one thing we all do is chase them papers

Bagging up, grub till my hands and my arms

And my head just aching, yo

But I'll soon be bathing

Man's got plans on plans to get rich

Couldn't care about haters