​ttwlg 2 Yung Fazo (Ft. Raeusi)

[Chorus: Yung Fazo]
(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stackin' these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked
She suck me good, yeah, she likin' it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peepin' my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you lovin' me, no feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep, I'm havin' withdrawals
You can't be like me, even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck, she know who to call

[Post-Chorus: Raeusi & Yung Fazo]
She know who to call, put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That nigga talkin' that— (That nigga talkin' that—)
Bitch, I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty nigga, your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
"Why you talk 'bout hudreds so much?" That's just what I get
You ain't in the mix, Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say, "Why you fly for school?" That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, yeah, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppers and fire, we aim at your lip

[Verse: Yung Fazo & Raeusi]
Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa
Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't post her
Fuck that bitch, I don't even know her
She suck that cream out my dick like a Danimal
Beat up the cheeks, bitch, I feel like an animal
Eat up the pussy, I feel like a cannibal
Dive in that shit, bitch, I do a lil' cannonball