Lyrics: kuru
Music: kuru
(Hehe)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold up, TMS (TMS)
I remember the days had to sleep on the floor
But I said that I love you, don't know you no more (Yeah, yeah)
I got a plan, no, I don't wanna abort it
If shit don't work, then it's mission abort (Uh)
Bro came through in a brand-new Porsche
I'ma make this shit work, shooting from the halfcourt
Hold up, push up, push up
You the baddest bitch in the club (Uh, no)
Strikers got it, know that we next
Strikers got it, know that we up (Uh, no)
Put 10K on my own damn head
Before I go out bad, better pour that [?]
I'm tryna show you the world, bae
Come with me, please, just don't get stuck
Huh, huh, huh
This one is for my guys that be doin' thеir thing (Uh, no)
I can [?], I ain't comin' in [?]
Tryna get me to a milli' beforе I buy her a mink
I know momma get real sad we don't speak (Uh, yeah)
And this shit for a minute, yeah, it work in a blink (Uh, no)
You ain't ****in' with my brodie, you ain't ****in' with me
You ain't ****in' with my brodie, you ain't ****in' with me (Yeah, yeah)
Hold on, shot a Kel-Tec, please don't test me
Why all a sudden these people tryn' bench me? (Yeah, yeah)
My lil' bro shoot the G with his lefty (Uh, no)
I don't care, I just wanna be happy
It gon' take me a minute to get there
It gon' take me a minute to see you
But I promise you that it'll be perfect
Got the racks up in the couch, and it's under there
Pussy really keep the Chrome Hearts underwear
I could do this shit forever like a Tupperware
This a key, this a [?], but they wanna wear
There's a key to the box, I got it
beauty:beast up on the shirt, that's for summer wear
I don't really wanna think, can't become aware
I don't really wanna think, can't become aware
My brother get souls like [Kuma?]
I could really cry like a bitch like [Sora?]
Me and bro keep a [?]
I can [?] before shit boring
What I just spent a bag on last?
I woke up, 50K in the morning
And I just came with [?] socks
That shit corny, but **** it, I'm scorin'
TMS, huh, TMS, huh
Hold up, hold on, hold on, push up, push up
I remember the days had to sleep on the floor
But I said that I love you, don't know you no more (Yeah, yeah)
I got a plan, no, I don't wanna abort it
If shit don't work, then it's mission abort (Uh)
Bro came through in a brand-new Porsche
I'ma make this shit work, shooting from the halfcourt
Hold up, push up, push up
You the baddest bitch in the club (Uh, no)
Strikers got it, know that we next
Strikers got it, know that we up (Uh, no)
Put 10K on my own damn head
Before I go out bad, better pour that [?]
I'm tryna show you the world, bae
Come with me, please, just don't get stuck
TMS, TMS, TMS
TMS, TMS, TMS
TMS, TMS, TMS