T.T.M 2020 Lyrics

Run up with bands

I don't give a damn

He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan

Say you a savior well don't be that man

Eight for a gram

Well damn

He threatened the threatened the menace

We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted

That yoppa it don't make a sound

We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground

Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down

His brother he talking that shit

So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds

I know I'm profound so give me the crown

Yo bitch is my bitch

She tried to swallow my dick

Boy tryna' shoot so I'll show him the ropes

Shit the way you be talking a joke

Shit I do not care what I wrote

Yo rapping a nope

Yo music is small but mine has done grown

Dare you diss come get yo bitch

Hit it or miss which one do you miss

Really don't care cause that bitch is a simp

Why would I care

Tell me why would I care

Why would I care

Why would I care if you hopped in my mentions

Boy tryna' ride double digits

I need me a triple go find me the rest that is missing

(Missing)

Pluto he going divine that is his mission

Over the top now I'm flying like crickets

(Crickets)

Wanting to fight so I get it

Relieving yo stress so over here boy come and get it

Run up with bands

I don't give a damn

He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan

Say you a savior well don't be that man

Eight for a gram

Well damn

He threatened the threatened the menace

We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted

That yoppa it don't make a sound

We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground

Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down

His brother he talking that shit

So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds

I know I'm profound so give me the crown

Bitch better not frown

Walk into yo house with a choppa bitch what is that sound

Boy just tell me right now

Run up with bands

I don't give a damn

He tried runnin' up but these bullets it boiled his guts like a pan

Say you a savior well don't be that man

Eight for a gram

Well damn

He threatened the threatened the menace

We roll up with sticks and the windows are tinted

That yoppa it don't make a sound

We lit his ass up till' he dropped to the ground

Hiding the evidence digging him six feet down

His brother he talking that shit

So we came to his house and unloaded some rounds

I know I'm profound so give me the crown

(Haha)

2020 SHIT!