TIKTOK ft. GG Tef Lyrics

Aye

Ugh

Yeah

Ugh

Aye

GG

Ugh

Look ugh

Somebody pour me up

All these drugs in my system I'm throwing up

Don't you ask bout the team, know we going up

Somebody pass me the bity, I load it up

Look

I need somebody to hold me down

Baby you ain't do a thing but just hold me up

Ugh

Been with the gang for so long

If I see my bro down then I'm picking my brodie up

Your name

Your name ain't wock or tris

I'm sorry little baby I can't let you slow me up

You only like me for the money

That cash in my pocket I can't even fold it up

So much weight in the spot that I can't even hold it up

Moving these pounds, this shit got me toning up

And I don't fear nothing maybe I ain't pour enough

Heard he got popped with his chop, maybe he should tote another

Heard he got got for his chain now he trying to boast another

She drop that ass on me I'ma pick it up

If you ever see me on your block I'ma stick it up

I be in the kitchen with the pot, I'ma whip it up

Think I need another shot, I'ma sip it up

Flañeur sweat suite, wake up and zip it up

I'm ten toes nigga, I'm not tripping up

Okay

I'm on the run from the police, I'm not slipping up

M.O.B. till I die, I'm not switching up

Woah huh

I don't fuck with that thot, I'm not kissing her (ha ha ha yeah)

I'ma just pull up and beat up the kitty until it purr (okay)

I don't think I'll ever live a clean life, I come from the dirt

Okay I'm getting fly baby just like Marty

Oh yeah and I'm getting high baby just like Marley

Little baby a super fan, she know that I'm gnarly

She get money off a webcam, shit just like I Carley

Little baby just want to party

She moving neeky freaky off the Bacardi

I tell her pull up and that bitch never tarty

She just coming for the meat like I work at Arby's huh

They thought bro was from Philly when he put pointers in the Carti's

I might have did that bitch wrong, but I can never say I'm sorry look

Bitches playing games all day, what the fuck I look like an Atari

Back in the days got points up off of nicks they forgot, I feel like Amare

Somebody pour me up

All these drugs in my system I'm throwing up

Don't you ask bout the team, know we going up

Somebody pass me the bity, I load it up

Look

I need somebody to hold me down

Baby you ain't do a thing but just hold me up

Ugh

Been with the gang for so long

If I see my bro down then I'm picking my brodie up

Your name

Your name ain't wock or tris

I'm sorry little baby I can't let you slow me up

You only like me for the money

That cash in my pocket I can't even fold it up

So much weight in the spot that I can't even hold it up

Moving these pounds, this shit got me toning up

And I don't fear nothing maybe I ain't pour enough

Heard he got popped with his chop, maybe he should tote another

Heard he got got for his chain now he trying to boast another