It’s TS

[Intro]
(I just need my space right now)

[Verse 1]
Counting so much money, I can't even sleep
Man, I used to pray for days like this, it got me feeling weak
Pour a four and feel the geek
I feel just like Scottie P
I don't care how rich I get, you still ain't gettin' nothin' out of me
Know my mama proud of me
Livin' like a prodigy
I'm just living honestly
'Member I was talking shit to B-Line like, "Who hot as me?"
All the hoes that passed me up back then say, "Acknowledge me"
Walkin' in the bank, they hold me up and give apologies
Asked me why it's Ts on the road, I said, "We gotta be"
Nigga, I been hot since no one knows, casket, twenty oz
Fuck hit the block, we hit the road fast with twenty 'bows
Nigga, I was young and dumb
Fuckin' up in school and shit, was acting like an only son
I know I ain't the only one
A nigga try phone, he done
Cream color guts, real Wock' and a cream soda
Brodie selling white and soft, I'm fuckin' with that green yola
Know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over
Yeah, uh, yeah
I said, know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over
Know some niggas selling that dog still
Uh, damn, uh

[Bridge]
And yeah, we really living
I got all my own shit and still make my decisions
Uh, I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon
Yeah, my palms itching
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Yeah, uh
Yeah, we really living
Uh, I got all my own shit and still make my decisions
I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon
Yeah, my palms itching
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
I said, have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Keep a trigger finger distance
Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"
Uh, yeah

[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri denim, twelve fifty wrapped around my ass
Matter fact, that's twenty-five 'cause I bought two so I could pass
I was really dead broke, now I'm just here burning cash, skrrt-in' past
Fuck it, it's two hundred on this bitch, I'm thinking I'm gon' crash
Hold it, everybody dragging
Asking me what happened
I done really got it, I ain't talkin' captions
Niggas on the net, fla-fla-lashin'
I can get a hit, everybody captioned

[Outro]
Yeah, I said everybody captioned
I can get a hit, everybody—
I can get a hit, everybody—
Yeah, I can get a hit, everybody captioned