ttm Video (MV)

F*ck, ayy, bitch, listen, you know what I'ma say
F*ckin' this bitch, she thought I was gay
F*ck a tomorrow, I'ma f*ck her today
But run down gang, you know you get chased

Pull up to the crib, pull up to your place
Feelin' like Max, you know that I'm laced
Come on her footprints, slip her a trace
Had your bitch saying, oh, lord, like Jace

But she like, Bxitz, come walk with me
Shit gon' cheat and shit like that
And ask my Bxitz, don't talk to me
Balenci boots, you walk for free

Dirty bitch, don't talk to me
You don't even talk to me, you just school friend
And I don't gotta reply, you ain't my girlfriend
We aim for the sky, we doin' the worst dance

I'm breakin' her heart and havin' shit hurtin
You been cheatin' like under the rug
And hiding your feelings behind the curtains
Baby, this ain't workin

Bitch, yeah
Call up my phone, she like, who is this
Yo bitch don't love you, she ain't give you no kiss
Sippin' this Molly, it's all on my piss

Yo manz threw a shot, and that nigga missed
Take your shit down, that's a weak-ass diss
And hear my voice, it sound real crisp
That bitch a bop, everybody put their hand in her

Just like a bag of chips
And it's f*ck the cops, it's f*ck 12, swat
Bitch, huh, watch your lips
And I'm like, huh, what's the deal

You f*ckin' that bitch like, oh, for real
Med Mist up in this bitch, I heal
Top of the rank, I'm unreal