Lyrics TT - Ak Kastro

AK you're stupid

Bitch I'm TT'd up
I'm gone but I'm still counting up my ra-a-acks
They don't like me now
'Cause I hop on the track and I don't ca-a-ap

Now it's fuck you
I'm chilling in the crib I'm gon' rela-a-ax
I don't wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash

I promise I won't fold
I don't wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Throw my phone away your hoe keep calling me
I was outside, move in case she wanna [??]

I was shopping with my black card
I don't want a receipt
I heard your new mixtape and I'm falling asleep

Boba tea, your hoe with me she want a Philippe
They don't care 'bout what this shit is they still rockin with me
Cash my royalties and then we going to the beach
She ain't even ever seen a ocean it's sweet

Bitch I'm TT'd up
I'm gone but I'm still counting up my ra-a-acks
They don't like me now
'Cause I hop on the track and I don't ca-a-ap

Now it's fuck you
I'm chilling in the crib I'm gon' rela-a-ax
I don't wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash

I promise I won't fold
I don't wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold

I promise I won't fold
You just do the talk
That shits getting old

State Farm get insurance for your hoe
Lemme take a walk, bitch I'm going for a smoke

Give me a medal 'cause I'm going for the gold
Out the back door bitch I'm dipping on your hoe
I got dipped up, sent a Uber to your bitch and she got picked up
Tryna make a mill yup, what's her name that bitch sounded kinda familiar

Bitch I'm TT'd up
I'm gone but I'm still counting up my ra-a-acks
They don't like me now
'Cause I hop on the track and I don't ca-a-ap

Now it's fuck you
I'm chilling in the crib I'm gon' rela-a-ax
I don't wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash

I promise I won't fold
I don't wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold