Mista Maan - TTG (To Tha Grave) Lyrics

Yeah, StudiWood, Wall, what up
I ain't have no hook when I started this shit
Dez, what up

Ay, these niggas be hoes, quick to kall they man
It's just me and this pole tryna flip a bag
Say I live by the kode, never took the stand
And I stay on the road, huntin' for some bands

Gun kharge, got dropped, back ridin' with a fan
All that energy hatin, he really a fan
Since I was 19, I was handin' out bands
Say its gang to tha grave you kan die with yo mans

Yeah, I got stuck, movin' too fast
But I ain't break a sweat, f*ckboy ain't no hoe in me
Beat that shit up, she sweat out her lace
So I ripped it off, while i dug in her ovaries
Now the bitch kan't get up or over me

Said these niggas broke wanna beef, that's under me
I set it off first, my niggas knowin' me
I told her I hit, but don't f*ck with no groceries
I be movin' low-key, last nigga tried me
Shot at him for he could blow me
Kame through, matte black, tinted windows
Infinity, them niggas know it's me
Flexin' on the gram, gon' get your trap breached

Shout tone and Sosa on the backstreets
Ahk free, used to get it tax-free
We had like 10 in the trunk, tryna dodge heat
These niggas be hoes, quick to call they man
Its just me and this pole tryna flip a bag

Said I live by the kode, never took the stand
And I stay on the road, huntin' for some bands
Gun kharged, got dropped, back ridin' with a fan
All that energy, hatin, he really a fan

Since I was 19, I was handin' out bands
Say it's gang to the grave, you kan die with your man
Glock lay him out, nah put some chalk around him
Hit his BM good, she done forgot about him

Kross the gang ya momma house surrounded
Walked me turn my wrist to a water fountain
Ivy League Dean, this the klass of honors
She return the brain, now we both Scholars
Tryna balance the bag with legal dollars
Dont get hit with 100 ehonda

These niggas be hoes, quick to kall, they man
It's just me and this pole tryin' to flip a bag
Said I live by the kode, never took the stand
And I stay on the road, huntin' for some bands

Gun kharged, got dropped, back ridin' with a fan
All that energy, hatin, he really a fan
Since I was 19, I was handin' out bands
Say it's gang to the grave, you kan die with your man

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