TTS SAUCE - TRY AGAIN Lyrics

Let's do it
Hey, N-T-T-S
N-T-T-S
Let's do a f*ck, 12
Make a f*ck, 12
Yeah, f*ck, 12
Uh, two code in my closure
Who they dollars over
Y'all around this school, you know what's up
Hit the bitch, my shoulder
Who they dollars over
Who my shit like a boulder
Who my shucker rockin' out with
And here I'm lovin' the time
Love it
Ooh, she like doin' songs
Yeah
Oh, that she liking the kid
Oh, that she feeling the kid
It was a long nigga, I'll rub all that live
Oh, she's sokin' her mom
And she should be able to f*ck that you be
Yeah, it ain't off on the way
I don't know what I'm sayin'
You know what's up, you know what's up
Pull up in a new way, uh-huh
Call that cool, so you can't tell
Hold up my Glock and I make her the relay
I got the kick and I got that shit today
Y'all don't care
Call that a beat, ain't tellin' my neck, yeah
In this way
Yeah, way, way
Chant on my neck, yeah
In this way
I do this first wave
Yeah, I say
I f*cked a little bitch and invest her
I made her a product collector
So I call me collector
And I'm a Rogers, I keep a A.R.
And I'm smokin' no jet, feelin'
Yeah, we gone to the sky, cooked the kint then
I'm in the sky like kint
Oh, yo, this ain't been
I'm a f*ckin' hot, I'm a f*ckin' hot
You're my son in the f*ckin' wind
Like, there ain't no last thing
I can do you by the digit
Oh, it's no like a feeling
You know I'm not my, you know digit
Oh, I'm like, oh, pop
Oh, I'm like, oh, roll
We in solo, gonna drop with a big ass gun
You're a big ass pole, huh?
Well, if you know what you know
Well, if you know what you knew
Well, I know how to pull away
You know I said, ooh, ooh
I'm a f*cking trust, trust
Oh, she keepin' a f*ck, f*ck
You need me havin' hundreds and fics and hundreds
This shit's a must, I'm a punk
I don't really know, so I'm bein'
Oh, shit, I'm bein' a muscle
I'm a f*cking old strong, I ain't f*cking old
B.C. you know I ain't trust
Let's go
That bitch pop like a pop
She's talkin' all my eyes sick
I could've been treating me like Rick
Suck on my pickle, yeah, I'm morty
Cause I keep my 40 shorty, yeah
My club on your daughter
Yeah, her name is Lori
And I got a stash
Called me Steve Harvey, yeah
And I be running that shit back
Just like Creed, nigga
You give me a f*ck, yeah
Love, right, hook
Like you
You better dodge, uh, yo
I'm in a dodge car, I ain't drover
Yeah, my damn is wet
Yeah, C, C
What?
The internet called the flu
Yeah, the truth
Yeah, you already know
I keep that yellow car pick a truth
Uh, hold on boy, I'm in the sky
Cuz I can't stay
I can't do it like a
Yeah, Cuz I can't stay
What?
Kobe fade away
I can't do it like a pro
Pull me some more
That be that sis
Surr up
Surr up
That's it
That's it
That's it