TSA lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
These n*ggas not on my timin', uh
I get the racks just from rhymin', uh
Holdin' the pass, I decide it
Pushin' out the Challenger with no license
Go a hundred in that b*tch and I'm glidin'
Vivienne Westwood ring got dumb diamonds
I'm in the cut, posted up, hoe come find me
I'm slow motion, I smoke
You run up and get f*cked and end up in back of a truck prolly
b*tch I'm in TSA with some drugs on me
This is a PSA for you f*ck n*ggas
She wanna be my bae, wanna love on me
But she can't be my b*tch, I don't trust n*ggas

[Verse]
I called the Glock a sl*t, it'll f*ck n*ggas
I think I had enough of you f*ck n*ggas
That n*gga get percussеd with the drum, n*gga
If that n*gga get concussed wе kick his motherf*ckin' butt n*gga
Duh, n*gga
He got it, uh, f*cked up n*gga
Smoke [?] n*ggas
He not a killer, he's a hug giver
Nah he's not a killer, he's a f*ck n*gga
b*tch you sold a fifth, you not a drug dealer
Break bread with my n*ggas, I ain't greedy
Big blunt and a bad b*tch, I need it
Yvngxchris Kobe Bryant, I don't ever pass, b*tch I three it (Oh sh*t)
She like "Chris don't concede it"
Show me ass, show me cleavage
Make a bag, yeah, I need it
Make a bag, I'm a demon
Beat his ass, hoe I'm speeding
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
These n*ggas not on my timin', uh
I get the racks just from rhymin', uh
Holdin' the pass, I decide it
Pushin' out the Challenger with no license
Go a hundred in that b*tch and I'm glidin'
Vivienne Westwood ring got dumb diamonds
I'm in the cut, posted up, hoe come find me
I'm slow motion, I smoke
You run up and get f*cked and end up in back of a truck prolly
b*tch I'm in TSA with some drugs on me
This is a PSA for you f*ck n*ggas
She wanna be my bae, wanna love on me
But she can't be my b*tch, I don't trust n*ggas