T.M.B. Lyrics

Liking my drip, they copy my technique

Bad lil' bitch five'three don't tempt me

Have my nigga slide for yo ice no Gretzky

That's my Bae, Yea, that's my Bestie

If I drop dick will you Nike tech me?

When I come up, God, please protect me

I can feel you when I breathe and step

Imma pop out with a brand new Patek

Plain Jane Rollie, Ion need the baguettes

Do what I want, Ion live with regret

Mixing Pink Runtz with Peanut Butter Breath

Plug said he got the pack coming out West, Wednesday is cool you just gotta tell me When

If you run it up, everybody finna win

Free all my brothers cause they innocent

Shoutouts my mother she's an immigrant

Growin' up with her sometimes it was strict

I use to have to sneak up outta the crib, to go make a play for a Dub or a ten

Nowadays I wanna play unless its an M

Ion fuck with these niggas they following trends

In the Ocean, you either gon' Drown or you Swim

Yo, NBS I'm really that nigga,

It's HIM

I can break Six Packs like i'm hitting the gym

Put in that work I don't care what it bring

And I could use the help, but I don't need a team

Gucci my belt and Amiri the jeans

Liking my drip they copy my technique

Waking em up if they fallin' asleep

I like yo bitch and she lookin' petite

Leave her alone cause that hoe for the streets

Really that nigga, yo bitch would agree

I am Big Papi, like David Ortiz

I am not cocky my pockets obese

New Air Jordans I don't wanna crease

It's a whole mood when I hop on a beat

I don't need Voodoo to turn to a beast

Go do ya Googles, Im keepin' it brief

Acura Rollin' just me and Sharieff

Thats my Lil cousin, now shawty a G

Dis shit in our blood use to hang us from Trees

We came out the mud like a kid when he three

And I don't hold a grudge, but they hatin' on me

And I don't Give a Fuck, you can blame it on me

I really came up I don't got an OG

I use to flip dimes, Only had an OZ

And all of my pain gotta keep it lowkey

And my city is grimy I keep it on me

Keep my eyes open, I'm talkin' all three

You got no hustle, that shit is not P

All off the Muscle, in love with the tree

Who gon' love me when I'm left Empty?

I can motivate, but they wanna envy

If she got that wet imma get her Fenty

Diamonds and baguettes, Imma get the M3

Imma get it in, yea, like an entry

That's my bae, yea, that's my bestie

Miami Beach, wave riding a Jet ski

Imma go slide for yo ice like Gretzky

If I drop dick will you Nike Tech me?

That's my bae, yea, that's my bestie

You got my support when you post on Etsy

When I come up God please protect me

Bad lil bitch five'three don't tempt me

That's my bae, yea, my bestie

That's my bae, yea, bestie

That's my bae, yea, that's my bestie

That's my bae, yea, that's my bestie

Will you Nike Tech me

Ouuu, God Please Protect me