Lyrics TTG - kevin gates , YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Huh,
huh,
huh
huh
You
fuckin'
with
this?
I'm
fuckin
with
that
Hard
world
Oh
yeah,
they
don't
understand
this
business
right
here
Hard
world
I'ma
cop
one,
and
you
can
work
back
two
They
go
for
fifteen,
how
you
paid
twenty-two?
Ooh
love,
I
just
transformed,
lot
of
bands
on
I'm
Off-White,
you
can
get
it
right,
Check
the
platform
Nation
business,
I
just
spent
a
fifty,
tell
me
what's
the
ticket?
Portray
that
image,
actin'
like
he
with
it,
We
pay
him
a
visit
Speakin'
on
my
name,
droppin'
change
get
you
changed
Big
body
Range,
You
know
we
are
not
the
same
ZO6
got
me
retarded,
Super
charged
in
this
bitch
They
want
play
me
like
a
lil
boy,
I
snuck
the
rod
in
this
bitch
Rewind
the
time,
I'm
in
my
prime,
I
went
and
flooded
my
wrist
Bitch
ass
lil
boy
can't
steal
the
style,
We
who
started
this
shit
Shackles
made
out
of
metal
Behind
a
pressure
plate
of
glass
Put
that
metal
on
he
Who
wanna
meddle
in
my
affairs
Bitch
I'm
very
important,
I'm
not
no
regular
artist
I
can't
do
too
much
talkin',
look,
Cigar
got
me
coughin'
Do
you
like
a
pair
of
lungs,
All
that
smoke
bring
the
coffin
All
my
niggas
TTG,
we
turn
up,
Trained
to
go
for
real
BreadWinner
vending
machine,
We
really
sell
that
coke
for
real
Any
violation,
We
both
knowin'
where
we
go
from
here
You
say
your
youngin
TTG,
he
trained
to
go
Well
my
youngin
on
BBG
and
All
he
know
is
blow
This
for
Boozilla,
We
gon'
make
'em
at
the
corner
store
Say
he
laid
low
but
he
got
down,
Bitch
we
know
you
told
I'ma
cop
one,
and
you
can
work
back
two
They
go
for
fifteen,
how
you
paid
twenty-two?
Ooh
love,
I
just
transformed,
lot
of
bands
on
I'm
Off-White,
you
can
get
it
right,
Check
the
platform
Never
tellin',
all
of
us
are
felons,
Confidential
steppin'
Preach
like
a
reverend,
brand
new
MAC-11,
give
his
ass
a
blessin'
Kamikaze,
livin'
like
I'm
ready,
call
that
9-11
All
black
Panamera,
drive
it
like
a
9-11
In
your
section
bae,
I'm
comin',
pick
you
up,
leave
'em
stressin'
Let
the
coroners
pick
'em
up,
pick
'em
up
In
your
section
bae,
I'm
comin',
pick
you
up,
leave
'em
stressin'
Let
the
coroners
pick
'em
up,
pick
'em
up
Cold
blooded
steppers
standing
on
the
blocks
smokin'
nicotine
Let
them
lil
boys
run
the
city,
I
got
bigger
dreams
Nation
business,
we
all
different,
Stand
for
different
things
A
bright
independent,
plus
we
feelers,
That's
by
any
means
I'ma
cop
one,
and
you
can
work
back
two
They
go
for
fifteen,
how
you
paid
twenty-two?
Ooh
love,
I
just
transformed,
lot
of
bands
on
I'm
Off-White,
you
can
get
it
right,
Check
the
platform
In
your
section
bae,
I'm
comin',
pick
you
up,
leave
'em
stressin'
Let
the
coroners
pick
'em
up,
pick
'em
up
In
your
section
bae,
I'm
comin',
pick
you
up,
leave
'em
stressin'
Let
the
coroners
pick
'em
up,
pick
'em
up,
oh
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