#titfortat Lyrics

I just skirt off in a brand new scat

Take the shirt off, I got hella tats

Shit that I bought cost hella tax

Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap

Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh

Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap

They be like, Kura, how you flex like that

Yeah, I ain't going broke

No, can't go out sad

Rock out the show

Got the whole crowd going mad

I'm upping the score

Like a goddamn running back

These niggas can't go tit for tat

These niggas can't go tit for tat

I'm on the road

Yeah the Troupe on go

Want ice so cold

I-I-I-I don't want no gold

Second street fit when I'm on the road

Celine and shit from head to toe

I ain't got time to be fucking with hoes

Need a big booty bitch like Lana Rhoades

That hoe caught up

I don't even want her no

Bag from Prada

I just keep buying clothes

Highway cut up

Yeah, I'm fucking up these roads

200 miles in the whip like yeah

Nigga fuck 12, can't catch me yet

I just skirt off in a brand new scat

Take the shirt off, I got hella tats

Shit that I bought cost hella tax

Took a flight home, brought a bag to the trap

Jog to the bank, doing nothing but laugh

Spent that whole check on chrome, no cap

They be like, Kura, how you flex like that

Yeah, I ain't going broke

No, can't go out sad

Rock out the show

Got the whole crowd going mad

I'm upping the score

Like a goddamn running back

These niggas can't go tit for tat

These niggas can't go tit for tat

If you're not part of the Troupe, what the fuck are you doing man?