TMS Lyrics

I have to say it this way

But I'm on my shit I'm running it right

Yes I'm on my shit I'm running it right

Let me talk my shit and startup the night

Over ninety-three and I'm stunting

Higher higher in the room lets arise

Can we turn it to hundred and rise

Can we turn it to hundred and rise

Yes this is the place to be

This is so so the place to be

Girl I know you go wild with me

They gon know they gon run they gon see

Yes this is the place to be

This is so so the place to be

And I know that you want it right

What they gon do me

What they gon do me

What they gon do me

Son

What they gon do me

What they gon do me

What they gon do me

Son

Out in the boonies

Rocking The two piece

I'm going loony

Son

Off the shroomies

Fucking on shrew

She show me her boobies

Boobies

Bet he go down

Bet he go down

Let he go straight the ground

Taking the crown

Making the sound

Bake it then take it around

Shaking the mound

Building the town

Chop em and skin em a pound

Checking and counting

I'm Stacking the bounty

Hit em I Pop and devour him

Blade em I clown him

I Set it than mount it

Setting the pit all around me

Setting the boundary

Set up my county

Fuck it I burn up the gallery

Heating wasabi

Eating the barbie

Sip the tea with the mabi

Keeping grounded

God keep surrounded

Eat up the beat get it pounding

What it do

Stick in the hand nigga what it do

Roll with the clan and I add her too

She blowing the brains with the attitude

Stomping on you niggas I'm dancing

Prancing

Hands in

Buddy boy glancing

Wilding on beat like a mad man

Flooding on flooding

I'm leaking I'm gassing

No static

Just tactic

Aim for the roof with no traffic

Loaded the clip I go manic petty no pussyboy lactic

I loaded the Bills And circle the wagon don't pass it

Rocking the seats like I'm Allen

God I'm balling on niggas All-Madden

No masking

Just taxing

She waxing

Finna go smashing

Hop on the gas and dash it

Bopping classics

Pop it then gash it

More Fetti more Havoc

Run like a chief with the Patek

Eight for the three automatic

Bon appétit let me serve all the fascists

I am not one of you

Man I drip and I drown like a Gunna too

Got it slick with the slime like a Thugger too

You gon Run on the gang we gon run on you

Man I Watching you niggas keep gazing

Nose of my bullet be blazing

Got a hole in you gullet my placement

Finna run on you niggas who chasing

Bold with your statement

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Pull up we attacking

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em

Call all my niggas we gas em