Chokehold Tha Youngin - TMGs & TNTs

Cashmoney AP!
Cashmoney not gon like me for this one, You know what I'm talking bout
Murdering on his beat and alla that, yeah
I'm bouta talk bout some real shit, yeah, let's get it done
The youngin here
Ayy, Bitch I'm steppin in a foreign, and this whip got windows tinted
Put them dirty Nikes in the trunk, my crew we ain't retarded
Balenciaga denims, and my vans is off the wall, check it
Playin' round with that stick boy
Playing dumb with my shit, huh
I got something for ya, but you gotta show that shit
And she say she shy, know you heard your nudes are safe with me
She then grab the phone, take the pic, then next she send to me
I'm like damn my dawg, now i know this bitch you meant for me, hey
Stacking and cashing, got dior got nike
Finding that nigga who can do it like me
Get me a girl who do put on Versace
Tryna look clean, I'm the man of party
I'm not a rebel, so why tryna fight me
Shit could get messy, don't try to bite this
You cannot be me, don't try to stop me
Ain't never listen, i ain't so patient
She be acting brand new, she gon feel what this dick do
She start acting proper, you can see what dollar bills do
I'mon testify, God done saved me from ya people
She give me that neck, i wanna see what that her mouth do
Mmm mm mmm
Mmm mm mmm mm
Five, six, boy I don't got nothing going on
Five Zs, boy we blown up we gon blow it up
Two Gs yeah that's gucci, I'm all gucci down
Two sticks, one a riffle, one a G19, ayy
Ayy, Bitch I'm steppin in a foreign, and this whip got windows tinted
Put them dirty Nikes in the trunk, my crew we ain't retarded
Balenciaga denims, and my vans is off the wall, check it
Playin' round with that stick boy
Playing dumb with my shit huh?
I got something for ya, but you gotta show that shit
And she say she shy, know you heard your nudes are safe with me
She then grab the phone, take the pic, then next she send to me
I'm like damn my dawg, now i know this bitch you meant for me, hey
Bop bop, like a blick oom
Talk much, like a bitch oom
Fucked up, like a broke opp
Earned my stripes, I'm an eagle
Alla your plans is futile
Mama told me to be good
Baby streets don't need you
They ain't good, they gon kill ya
Back to back I'm on heat ,boom
Out here making hits mmn
Telling no lies like T3N oom
Spin the Glock like runty ooh
More than niggas, my buddies
We be realers, no phonies
Fuck the qualms we don't want it
Talking mud bout that money
Mmm mm mmm
Mmm mm mmm mm
Five, six, boy I don't got nothing going on
Five Zs, boy we blown up we gon blow it up
Two Gs yeah that's gucci, I'm all gucci down
Two sticks, one a riffle one a G19, Ayy
Ayy, Bitch I'm steppin in a foreign, and this whip got windows tinted
Put them dirty Nikes in the trunk, my crew we ain't retarded
Balenciaga denims, and my vans is off the wall, check it
Playin' round with that stick boy
Playing dumb with my shit huh?
I got something for ya, but you gotta show that shit
And she say she shy, know you heard your nudes are safe with me
She then grab the phone, take the pic, then next she send to me
I'm like damn my dawg, now i know this bitch you meant for me, hey
Hey

Written by:
Ekele David

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