Lyrics: kuru
Music: kuru
[Intro]
TMS, TMS, TMS
[Chorus]
Ayy, hold up, TMS
You could tell me when to stop, I would never do it
I could tell him, "Blow that gun," but he would never do it
I make music for the boys and the girls too
You can't get around me 'cause I'm reserved, boo
I don't got a home, got nowhere to return to
'Boutta head uptown to link ksuuvi
Boy, these Dsquared pants, they're not Ksubi
'Boutta take a one-way trip, make a movie
You could throw that tape out, that shit dookie
I won't take a diss from a TikTok loosie
Tryna cop a new crib with jacuzzi
My big sis stuck in Philly like Uzi
Dolce or Celine, I'm choosy
Settle for the Yasu pants, I'm moody
[Verse]
You my son, too bad I can't abort it
Worried 'bout your rent, I'm tryna find me a mortgage
Pop like two bars quick, **** my organs
TMS up, we could never find a shortage
Seal your end by the pack, I was pourin' it
Kick the Wock' 'cause my tummy was absorbin' it
That's a facist, know I'm not supportin' it
Take that L to the shin and I'm transformin' it (Hold up, TMS, yeah)
I don't know that bitch, why they name-drop?
Take a wave, disappear, just like it's a rain drop
My bro poppin' 10s, hope the pain stop
Told 'em we the odd eyes out, no K-pop
In New York, hit MD when the train stop
My lil' bro **** with Tung Tung Brainrot
I don't get it, but I guess I'll let him rock, though
Can't go to the crib, mess with bot hoes
In the back of the club with a bottle
I can't drink a bottle 'cause I used to model
I pop me a Xan, then I hit my lil' waddle
My bro in the Benz tryna go full throttle
Rewired my brain, but I'm 'boutta remodel
I'm TMS gang, too many strikes, that's the model
Too old for the Discord, I feel like a fossil
But I know they feel me when I go and walk through
You can watch me, I can promise that nobody watch you
You be stuck on that bullshit, the same shit
My big bro told me chill, I'm impatient
I could write me a song, it's the same shit
I just punch in whatever I feel like
I could cancel the tape, I got 86
I could step in my Kiko Asics
I could step in and walk through, walk through
Walk through, walk through, walk through, walk through
Do my best and I'm getting real petty
I get in my feelings, make money, then haunt you
Pour my shit, I don't need me a mini
I'll do this shit ten health, just go and taunt you
I don't really give a **** if I wronged you
I don't really give a **** if I wronged you, huh, hold up
[Chorus]
Ayy, hold up, TMS
You could tell me when to stop, I would never do it
I could tell him, "Blow that gun," but he would never do it
I make music for the boys and the girls too
You can't get around me 'cause I'm reserved, boo
I don't got a home, got nowhere to return to
'Boutta head uptown to link ksuuvi
Boy, these Dsquared pants, they're not Ksubi
'Boutta take a one-way trip, make a movie
You could throw that tape out, that shit dookie
I won't take a diss from a TikTok loosie
Tryna cop a new crib with jacuzzi
My big sis stuck in Philly like Uzi
Dolce or Celine, I'm choosy
Settle for the Yasu pants, I'm moody