TSA ​yvngxchris

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
These niggas not on my timin', uh
I get the racks just from rhymin', uh
Holdin' the pass, I decide it
Pushin' out the Challenger with no license
Go a hundred in that bitch and I'm glidin'
Vivienne Westwood ring got dumb diamonds
I'm in the cut, posted up, hoe come find me
I'm slow motion, I smoke
You run up and get fucked and end up in back of a truck prolly
Bitch I'm in TSA with some drugs on me
This is a PSA for you fuck niggas
She wanna be my bae, wanna love on me
But she can't be my bitch, I don't trust niggas

[Verse]
I called the Glock a slut, it'll fuck niggas
I think I had enough of you fuck niggas
That nigga get percussеd with the drum, nigga
If that nigga get concussed wе kick his motherfuckin' butt nigga
Duh, nigga
He got it, uh, fucked up nigga
Smoke [?] niggas
He not a killer, he's a hug giver
Nah he's not a killer, he's a fuck nigga
Bitch you sold a fifth, you not a drug dealer
Break bread with my niggas, I ain't greedy
Big blunt and a bad bitch, I need it
Yvngxchris Kobe Bryant, I don't ever pass, bitch I three it (Oh shit)
She like "Chris don't concede it"
Show me ass, show me cleavage
Make a bag, yeah, I need it
Make a bag, I'm a demon
Beat his ass, hoe I'm speeding