TMG.oK - U w0n't b3 oK (feat. M0n3y M1tch) Lyrics

Finessing all these checks cause I'm next up
Brodie causing problems, he get lit up
That's what I call a set up
I'm sensing what is coming make his call drop
Should've never got caught
And now you bout to get your f*ckin top cropped
Quit all the fussing
I'm leaving concussions, I'm really disgusting
The way I been working at 3 in the morning
I never been snoring, I see you moving really slow
Quit all the faking, you acting so basic
Being so heinous, I really can't stand it
The way you been prancing
I see you clinging to your hopes and dreams
Mother f*cker, you ain't really with the team
Wipe you straight from the dust, call me Mr. Clean
I'm a Monster off these drugs, give me energy
Stuffed your bitch like some crust, call me Pizza King

Yeah bitch I'm balling
Give two shits bout a bitch cause I'm all-in
The money that's coming in, no discussion
Try to intervene, then you catching all concussions
Imma do this shit so nasty, call it dirty south
Only like to talk to your bitch, when it's in her mouth
The way she try to get me out my jeans, she head-hunting now
Been passed around so much, she a hand-me-down
The way I been feeling lately, I been acting too reckless
Better get up out my way cause business where I'm really stepping
Crazy with the steamer, the way I shoot it thought I was felon
Come in, I got guns out! look at what I'm back here scaling
Bitch my flow too alien
Talk that shit to my face then Imma leave you rinsed
You bitches dense with no brain
That's why you don't make no sense
Why you niggas worry bout me and the cheese that i make
If I grab my nigga TMG then you won't be okay!