T.T.S Lyrics

Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin'

They want me to talk my shit

I'm not stressing over, no, bitch, that's irrelevant

Poppin pills ain't talking medicines Taking pictures with my nemesis

Faking titties on a Snapchat asking strangers, do you got cash app

I never fake it, always real Showing all these bum bitches, what's the deal

Pussy on the gram, just to get-a-deal

I never scam a nigga just to get a fucking meal

Cause I walk out like I talk We ain't Migos, bitch, you're wildin

Wildin

Yeah that's my habit, don't you catch me

with this cannon I'm notorious in this game

You ain't in my fucking lane Taking shots through your brain

So don't ever disrespect Popping champagne in my plane

While you're walking with a cane Throwing kisses at your man

Got me saying I'm the best I'm not fucking with no lame

If he's fucking with a shame Tryna get a little taste, ew, what a waste

Ha-ha Guess I went to all these bumped bitches

But they stay shitty ass bum, bitches Got the fire on my sleeve

Like I'm in Dragon Ball Z Got this bitch catching Zs

While I'm counting fucking sheets While I'm counting fucking sheets

While I'm counting fucking sheets While I'm counting fucking sheets

Only bad bitches on the scene Talking out your ass ain't nothing new

How you gonna hate with your coochie-loos With a different man in every crew

I'ma talk my shit like you bitches do

Nuts in they mouth like cashews

I'm the one who pays the dues My money green like Mountain Dew

She got bumps in her ass more than a mountain do

I never fake it, though it's real Showing all these bum

Bitches

What's the deal? Pussy on the grab, just to get a deal

I never fuck the nigga just to get a fucking meal

I never fake it, though it's real Showing all these bum bitches

What's the deal? Pussy on the grab, just to get a deal

I never fuck the nigga just to get a fucking meal

I never fuck the nigga just to get a fucking meal