Tutugang

Bitch, it's Tutugang, we bring the hoes and the Poles out

One four, six, bitch!

Pussy nigga popped up out my bushes, Should've got a casket

Shot my cousin, everybody bustin', I ain't have A ratchet

Bullets flyin', would've let it bust, but man, I'm Outchea lackin

Niggas dying they try to play with us, like we Won't get it brackin, It's up den we gon' let em Have it

In the trenches, me and my tool, me and my Glizzy matchin

Niggas bitches, must be a fool if you think glizzy lackin

Run em down, hit em with two, no, you can't Get no fashion!

Send some rounds dis for lil tu, no, you wont Get no passes