TMSU

[Chorus]
(Yeah, oh) Turn my shit up
Twin, it get serious, he hop out that truck
If that nigga serious, he talkin' 'bout them bucks
We ain't in the industry, guap in the trust
Your ass'll be a memory, you walk up on us
You gotta be kiddin' me, talkin' to us
You've gotta be quiet, don't talk out of hush
With my shooter, white homie, he don't gotta rush
Boy, you's a grown man, better pick up your nuts
Boy, you's a grown man, better tell her what's up
So stick to the plan, gotta run this shit up
Down bad with my mans, we was shit out of luck
Was showin' my songs to my mom as a kid
Said, "rex, now you big, hard work, not no luck"
You tryna jump? Okay, I go ku' with the pump
He seen that dump, oh, nigga, come through, leave you slumped
Might hit her [?], been fuckin' this ho like all month
I run up yunmun, my nigga, you run up like chump

[Verse]
I'm all on my own, I hate all these niggas like Trump
I stay on my phone, lil' bitch, I'm like, "What do you want?"
If you was a joke, these niggas just hittin' like puns
Kick in your lil' door, tryn' see where you hidden them funds, bitch
Been on the run, bitch, I put that shit on my son, bi—
Speak on v2, we come in with them guns
Speak on the crew, you get beat like a drum
She on that shit, she been tweakin' or somethin'
Hop out that G or that Demon or some'
Just the v2, never needed you
I'm undefeated, you're never competin', lil' son
Uh, yeah, yeah, you're never competin', lil' bro
They would sleep on the kid, now I'm goin' live, this shit gettin' heated, lil' bro, uh (wa)
I'll do your lil' feature, lil' bro, on God, I don't really need it, lil' bro (On God)
She tryna get treated, she get to the crib, trust I'm gonna beat it, lil' bro
She gotta go, gotta have a lil' meeting, lil' bro
Yes, I gotta go, no time for no greetings, lil' bro
I took your dog, better call up PETA
Had to go to the mall, link up with this eater

[Chorus]
(Yeah, oh) Turn my shit up
Twin, it get serious, he hop out that truck
If that nigga serious, he talkin' 'bout them bucks
We ain't in the industry, guap in the trust
Your ass'll be a memory, you walk up on us
You gotta be kiddin' me, talkin' to us
You've gotta be quiet, don't talk out of hush
With my shooter, white homie, he don't gotta rush
Boy, you's a grown man, better pick up your nuts
Boy, you's a grown man, better tell her what's up
So stick to the plan, gotta run this shit up
Down bad with my mans, we was shit out of luck
Was showin' my songs to my mom as a kid
Said, "rex, now you big, hard work, not no luck"
You tryna jump? Okay, I go ku' with the pump
He seen that dump, oh, nigga, come through, leave you slumped
Might hit her [?], been fuckin' this ho like all month
I run up yunmun, my nigga, you run up like chump