TM2

[Verse]
All talk, shut up (A11XW1ÑG)
Bring your gang, bring your stuff
Feeling mad, feeling rough
I’ma spit on your damn cuz'
Split your mouth, split your ears
I’ma fuck you up right here
Jump on your head, make you disappear
I’ll go protective with my gears, yuh
Now I’ve arose a new king and that’s me
I’ve been away, now I’m back to my G’
Don’t need your fame, I need my G
She ridin’ dirty like she’s a Jeep
I got a stack of guap, ain’t odd
Catching some worms in my chest like a fox
Off’d it with the damn sword on the block
Still their leader ain’t popping shit, watch
See me going witty, with the description
So many beats, I see the descryptions
Oh, you so petty, look like a yeti
Walk in, making her boop like she Betty
Damn, she colder, like Bеtti
Walk with the gang, we making it sexy
Cop mе a Lamb’, then I name it Betsy
Had a crazy bitch, I think her name’s Betsey

[Chorus]
Poking like a finger
Right with my blinker
Eat up b’s for dinner
Something’s wrong wit' ya'
Building up so massive
Building up so massive
Building up so massive
Building up so massive
Poking like a finger
Right with my blinker
Eat up b’s for dinner
Something’s wrong wit' ya'
Building up so massive
Building up so massive
Building up so massive
Building up so massive