NBA YoungBoy – TTG Lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again & (Kevin Gates):]
(Huh, huh, huh huh)
You fuckin’ with this?
(I’m fuckin’ with that)
(All well)
Oh yeah, they don’t understand this business right here
(All well)

I’ma cop one, and you can work that tool
(They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?)
Ooh lord, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I’m Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

Nation business, I just spent a fifty, tell me what’s the ticket?
Portray that image, actin’ like he with it, we pay him a visit
(Speakin’ on my name, droppin’ change get you changed
Big body Range, you know we are not the same)
ZO6 got me retarded, super charged in this bitch
They want play me like a lil boy, I snuck that rod in this bitch
Rewind the time, I’m in my prime, I went and flooded my wrist
Bitch ass lil boy can’t steal the style, we who started this shit
(Shackles made out of metal behind a pressure plate of glass
Put that metal on he who wanna meddle in my affairs)
Bitch I’m very important, I’m not no regular artist
I can’t do too much talkin’, look, cigar got me coughin’
Do you like a pair of lungs, all that smoke bring the coffin
(All my niggas TTG, we turn up, trained to go for real)
BreadWinner vendin’ machine, we really sell that coke for real
Any violation, we both knowin’ where we go from here
You say your youngin TTG, he trained to go
Well my youngin on BBG and all he know is blow
This for Boozilla, we gon’ murk ’em at the corner store
Say he laid low but he got down, bitch we know you told

I’ma cop one, and you can work that tool
(They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on)
I’m Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

Never tellin’, all of us are felons, confidential steppin’
Preach like a reverend, brand new MAC-11, give his ass a blessin’
Kamikaze, livin’ like I’m ready, call that 9-11
(All black Panamera, drive it like a 9-11)
In your section bae, I’m comin’, pick you up, leave ’em streched’
Let the coroners pick ’em up, pick ’em up
In your section bae, I’m comin’, pick you up, leave ’em streched
Let the coroners pick ’em up, pick ’em up
Cold blooded steppers standin’ on the blocks smokin’ nicotine
Let them lil boys run the city, I got bigger dreams
Nation business, we all different, stand for different things
Up right independent, plus we fearless, that’s by any means (count up)

I’ma cop one, and you can work that tool
(They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh lord, I just transformed, lot of bands on)
I’m Off-White, you can get it right, check the platform

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
In your section bae, I’m comin’, pick you up, leave ’em streched
Let the coroners pick ’em up, pick ’em up
In your section bae, I’m comin’, pick you up, leave ’em streched
Let the coroners pick ’em up, pick ’em up, oh

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