Ihatejulian - TBT (feat. Starling)

Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T
Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B
My niggas made bands off the T-H-C
Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C
All eyez on me like P-A-C
Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T
My money on us thats a B-E-T
Bout to blow up like T-N-T
Fly your bitch out on a one way
Got her at the crib goin both ways
Drip on my body thats Dolce
At brunch, orange juice wit the Rose
Bitch i been had juice nigga dont play
Niggas be like you the man, ya dont say
We done did hella shit that I wont say
Need my chip wit the dip, Chipotle
I aint sayin no words, middle finger to my opps
Hit my nigga Bang, nigga got the locks
5 Percent tint, got it at the Swap
Money comin in, im just waitin on the drop
Niggas still be hatin they be waitin on the flop
KP got the Audi he just drove off the lot
Talk about hoes? Niggas know I got a lot
Talk about flows? Niggas know I got a lot
Wake up, say a prayer, then i check up on my stocks
Inside trading tellin me which one to cop
Money 6 ways, niggas knowing how i rock
Dont forget to lock the door when you step up in my spot
You see me in a party just know that its a check there
Left Playhouse, you know we made a mess there
Faith in God, nigga we dont stress here
Aint no losses, Nigga we blessed here
Dont test us no S-A-T
Young OG like F-A-B
I really run Broward like a L-A-P
Niggas tryna catch up its a G-A-P
Just hit this lil bitch had her walkin all stiff
Her man found out now he jumpin off a cliff
Tell him its gon be ok just light another spliff
Now she gotta go bout to call this bitch a Lyft
Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T
Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B
My niggas made bands off the T-H-C
Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C
All eyez on me like P-A-C
Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T
My money on us thats a B-E-T
Bout to blow up like T-N-T
My nigga used to scoop me up in a cutlass
Ain’t sparin niggas cause we straight out the gutta
Bitches choosin she want me and my brother
She bring her friend let em play wit each other
Nigga smooth wit the stick like it’s butter
Don’t ice grill bullets turn it to summer
They pillow talk I’m watchin for under covers
Get the bands standin next to the drummer
2k the fam so don’t play wit it nigga
Only up tat the plane for a nigga
They gotta see it, can’t explain it to niggas
Fuck around make example out of niggas
Shit really get real
I drop the top on the wheels
Hatin don’t know how that feel
Out in the field
Somethin like destiny’s child cause I just be countin up bills , yeah
I thought that they told em they know I be goin in
I kill em all I ain’t got no opponents
Flights to NY all my niggas in motion
We really winnin don’t know how they copin
They double team me they can’t leave me open
I got her open she love how I’m strokin
I can see through them ulterior motives, yeah
I ain’t got nothin to prove but it’s nothin to prove it
I pull up wit De$ and Chizzyy and Ju and we make a movie, yeah
But we still see how they actin
She gave me the top I just thought she was cappin
Poetry shit nigga I get the snappin, nigga
Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T
Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B
My niggas made bands off the T-H-C
Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C
All eyez on me like P-A-C
Nigga Im stamped like E-B-T
My money on us thats a B-E-T
Bout to blow up like T-N-T

Written by:
Julian Hanlan

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