Criminal Minds (feat. KA$HDAMI) - TTM Dawg

It's Tokyo, yeah, and I'm boolin' with the (Plugg!) (Ooh) (Skrrt) (Uh) Good gas in my blunt, she got them Yeezy's on (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah she geekin', she know all the words to my songs (Sauce) I told plug send the pack, he know the shit I'm on I want that fire, want that gas, yeah, I'm all alone (Yeah) And my new chick, yeah, a model so her legs long (Ooh) Big gas in the morning, nothing could go wrong It's the coupe clean? Yeah, exotic green, yeah Got a Tesla, I don't put no gas in it (Skrrt) And she rock designer, yeah, and all vintage I drop racks up on my girl and made my money back (Racks) And yep, I hit it from the back and had her runnin' back (Ooh) And if I show you how to make it, can you triple that? (Sauce) Yeah them niggas lame, ooh, they talk behind your back (Ooh) The same bitches that they fuckin' listen to my raps OG sound, yeah uh, with some underground (Ayy) Yeah I came up, ooh, 'cause I hold it down (Down) Like a freak jawn, tell me what you fuckin' like Know you see me getting money and I'm on them flights (Skrrt) Living real good, uh, I don't need the hype (Uh) I'm a good looking rapper, I'm your mama type (Type) And the neighbors started trippin', thought I was selling drugs (Ooh) The way I got the pack and linked up with the fucking plug See, I remember when they capping, they ain't show no love (No) And now when they pull up, I hit them with the dub (Skrrt) Versace robe on, hopping out the tub, uh-huh Your nigga could never, he a scrub, uh-huh They hate on me but I still show love, uh-huh (Fah) When you on the top, don't give a fuck, uh-huh (Gang) No Milwaukee but I'm runnin' up my bucks, uh-huh Man these niggas know I'm not the one Really my goat put a stick out the truck We got gas, what you want? My brothers got bags, he busting the juggs He stealing my swag, but it's cool though Bad bitch, tell her pull up to the studio Call her to telly, we could make a move though Really might play a nigga like some Yu-Gi-Oh Really might play a nigga like a game When I walk in the function, they say my name I hang with the OGs, they high rank Ka$hWayz or no Wayz, can't fuck with the gang I'ma always show love 'cause I been through pain Only rock with the day ones, you know I can't change (Gang) With the same gang I started with With the same gang, can't tear us apart Yeah, that's my twin, you can't tell us apart We'll kill your man and it's dearly departed Damn, smoking a opp I ran the racks to the tippity top Can't serve you 'cause you look like a cop Boy, don't ask me what's in my cup, double cup Know it's filled with muddy stuff, lean, Crush You know I like my ice crushed, I just fucked his crush I know that I left him crushed, ooh, that's tough Ooh, yeah, take every ho in your city, you know that's us (That's us) I gotta shit on you haters and that is a must (That is a must) I'm having this money for real so I'm calling your bluff (Calling your bluff) I just be fucking your bitch and you falling in love (Plugg!)

You gon' fuck with this one, Will I can't believe I was gon' wife that ho Just to find out she a thot That nigga not shootin', he cappin' I don't even think that lil' boy got a Glock, ayy Shawty just hit up my phone Sayin' she found me from TikTok, but I got trust issues, ayy, I can't fuck with you I would be in love with you, but this Wock' said, "Bae, I miss you" You got a boy bestfriend? Miss me It's a death sentence if you diss me Cado gon' spin your whole block like a Frisbee Now you on TV like Disney If I like you too much, I can't fuck with you Because I'ma miss you when you gone She said she get wet to my voice on my songs That Glock make him dip, nigga, like a pond She said that I look like I got hoes I said, "Nah, shawty, you trippin'" I'm rockin' this Saint Laurent like a Christian Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy Gettin' my money, now she wanna kick it Seven foot six, yeah, my money like Ming Now you call me, shawty, why you be bitchin'? Gettin' my bag and I spend it on me Makin' buckets like I'm Hardaway Top five, bitch, where the starters stay Not my bitch, don't talk to me Not my ho, don't bother me I'm snappin', I'm snappin' I'm used to indie but I'm rappin' Makin' money, why you cappin'? I stay with my bitch, I'm relaxin' Wear VLONE and call it fashion You say that you love me, I'm laughin' Ghosted that bitch, man, that's tragic Yeah, that's tragic I can't be stuck in the past tense I get to the brain, you imagine Sorry, I gotta stay passive Chemistry, do the reaction No, quit all the madness God, all them people be has-beens 'Cause I'm so sick of the actin', yeah But, oh no, no more crooked smiles People runnin' they mouths, but can't even walk a mile in my shoes Can't be focused on clout, it blind you Fake people be schemin' behind you What's done in the dark gon' find you, no, oh, oh I got trust issues, ayy, I can't fuck with you I would be in love with you, but this Wock' said, "Bae, I miss you" You got a boy bestfriend? Miss me It's a death sentence if you diss me Cado gon' spin your whole block like a Frisbee Now you on TV like Disney If I like you too much, I can't fuck with you Because I'ma miss you when you gone She said she get wet to my voice on my songs That Glock make him dip, nigga, like a pond She said that I look like I got hoes I said, "Nah, shawty, you trippin'" I'm rockin' this Saint Laurent like a Christian Your bitch ride me up and down like a piston, ayy (You gon' fuck with this one, Will) (Je t'aime Milanezie)

I'm shy, oh my God (Drew Religion) Fa, fa, fa My bitch is a model, fuck a treesh (fee) XD with the beam, it's on me (fa, fa, fa) Kee-keep on sending shots 'til his body drop Ka-kato get the stick and he gon' ratata I cannot fuck with you, you fuck the opposition, niggas switchin' Glocky make him pause like it's an intermission (fa, fa) I'm makin' plays like I'm the Lakers, you the fuckin' Pistons KA$H' don't miss, you can ask them that niggas who was dissin' (on God) I got your thot givin' slop to the team, boy Bitch, I'm paranoid, I'm smokin' weed for my dreams, boy (on God) Niggas sippin' dish detergent, you know that ain't lean, boy (fa, fa) Niggas wearin' shirts that sayin' savage to supreme, boy Niggas not 'bout it, the ones that's clouted just be counterfeit Bitch, I spent your rent on these kicks and this new dеsigner fit (on God) Only thing I simp for is these kicks and this fuckin' drip My Glocky don't do talkin', it bе bussin' without my consent My bitch is a model, fuck a treesh (fee) XD with the beam, it's on me (fa, fa, fa) Kee-keep on sending shots 'til his body drop Ka-kato get the stick and he gon' ratata I cannot fuck with you, you fuck the opposition, niggas switchin' Glocky make him pause like it's an intermission I'm makin' plays like I'm the Lakers, you the fuckin' Pistons KA$H' don't miss, you can ask them that niggas who was dissin' I got your thot givin' slop to the team, boy Bitch, I'm paranoid, I'm smokin' weed for my dreams, boy Niggas sippin' dish detergent, you know that ain't lean, boy Niggas wearin' shirts that sayin' savage to supreme, boy Niggas not 'bout it, the ones that's clouted just be counterfeit Bitch, I spent your rent on these kicks and this new dеsigner fit Only thing I simp for is these kicks and this fuckin' drip My Glocky don't do talkin', it bе bussin' without my consent

It was me and my dawg Plotting up a scheme Shooting at the opps They keep shooting at their screens I can't let you get too close Glock came with a beam These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em End with 'em Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em Stand with 'em Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh Not around enough to be your man hoe Gotta stick up, stick up if I'm selling to a random He get lit up, lit up, he get lit up like a candle Still got the baddest bitches commando Boujee bitch, YSL still written on her sandal Know a couple pussies plotting on me but they know what's up I can't trust a hoe, on the gang I'm never folding up Double cup, High Tek what I'm pourin' up Big spender, Bordens what I'm throwing up Thumbin' through these hundred I can't fold 'em up And she held it down, when I was going up Think they on to me, I've been scamming, I just loaded up I don't feel the pressure, but my left wrist really frozen up Dropping my location, with the gang is where I'm posted up It was me and my dawg Plotting up a scheme Shooting at the opps They keep shooting at their screens I can't let you get too close Glock came with a beam These are my friend, bitch I'm sliding till the end with 'em End with 'em Came up robbing, splitting up a band with 'em Stand with 'em Shit get sticky, spinning like a fan with 'em uh Made a lot of people throw a tantrum uh Not around enough to be your man hoe