TMR Lyrics

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat

Yeah, bitch

Splat, splat, splat, splat

(Bleh, blahh, brrat)

Tryna run the check up

Tryna run the check up

I call that bitch like back-up

Then that bitch gon' back up

I hope this Wood gon' last us

Bitch, I'm tryna get high as fuck

Huh, I hope this whip go fast

Cuz I'm tryna hop in then fly

(Blehh)

High off the Shrooms, thought I can fly

Another gram, another gram

And now, bitch, I'm talkin' to God

Pull up on him with that fucking

Stick like"Bitch, how much you got?"

Fuck that ho so good, and now she

Screamin' like, please do not stop

She wanna go on a date, I'm free tomorrow

She said"where the fuck you stay?" I say"So far, ho"

Huh, she said"I'm gon' come, but we gon spark tho?"

Huh, fucked her then I said we got a spark, ho

Huh, and yeah, now that's my bitch

I just took another point of Molly, I can't shit (Bitch, I can't poop)

Brother told me"Slide, we gon' hit a lick"

Huh, ain't gon' spend it wisely, probably just cop a fit

Huh, why y'all tryna copy, clone, clone, counterfeit

I said I wasn't tryna fuck, and now that ho throwing a fit

Only said that cause I wanna hear her beg for it

She said"VazClare, yeah you got the best dick"

She wanna go on a date, I'm free tomorrow

She said"where the fuck you stay?" I say"So far, ho"

Huh, she said"I'm gon' come, but we gon spark tho?"

Huh, fucked her then I said we got a spark, ho