TUT lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)
Yeah, I said, "What the f*ck, baby?"
Yeah, don't you do me like that no more, baby
Uh, don't you love (Yo, we got Houmi on this sh*t)

[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, what the f*ck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sl*ts
All this gold, I feel like Tut
On my soul, this can't be touched
Roll a 'wood and then I torch that
Don't ask me where your whore at
Don't call me, I ignore that
I need my money more fat
I could do some black magic, pop a Perc in the stu'
b*tch, I caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
Ayy, what the f*ck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sl*ts
So much gold, I feel like Tut
Jiggin', watch me hit this dance move
Toss my hеart in the deep blue
You gon' need a search crеw to find that b*tch
And if you do, then I'll still probably hurt you
[Verse]
Uh, maybe, baby
Stackin' a big amount
I need my diamonds, they astronomical
Big booty b*tch, she said she likes tropical
I'm gon' need way more bands to build up this empire
But I ain't trappin', though
Play with my slime and I'm gon' be at your door in twenty minutes
Like it's Dominoes
Ring, ring, on my phone, who this?
Sorry, baby, I ain't got you saved on my new sh*t
Ayy, f*ck it, though
Got a brand new bag just to f*ck it off on dumb sh*t
I ain't really trippin', though
I pop these Percs like a Tylenol
I stay locked in, no timeout
Do this with no effort, get up on my level
This b*tch way too pretty, she might be the devil
She might take my soul if I f*ck 'round and let her
I'm gone when I wake up, I write her a letter
Sit back and recline, we gon' fly in this Tesla
My new b*tch Dominican, look like Nutella
Trapped a ho, we take her back to the telly
Everythin' foreign, I ain't gotta tell 'em
Blue cheese, money trees go all around me
I don't smoke no cig's, but I've been known to sip this lean, lean
I roll with some party girls, they known to pop them bean, beans
I be on a different planet, you could call me Sheen, Sheen
Slime green, same color my shoe strings
Steppin' hard, I've been steppin' on these n*ggas, still defeatin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, what the f*ck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sl*ts
All this gold, I feel like Tut
On my soul, this can't be touched
Roll a 'wood and then I torch that
Don't ask me where your whore at
Don't call me, I ignore that
I need my money more fat
I could do some black magic, pop a Perc in the stu'
b*tch, I caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
Ayy, what the f*ck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sl*ts
So much gold, I feel like Tut
Jiggin', watch me hit this dance move
Toss my heart in the deep blue
You gon' need a search crew to find that b*tch
And if you do, then I'll still probably hurt you