TTSO.

Bitch, don't talk too much, I've been up for the past few days

Let the tough shit go when them young **** had you phased

You throw that shit on, bitch

I throw that shit on, bitch, I

I throw that shit on, bitch, I

I throw that—

Aye, I'm in them fashion wars, back to Mars

Punk Rock gang in a Aston Martin

A runway, I done fucked half them broads

Maybe next time, hit me for the casting call

Like ooh, this lil' bitch tried to sneak a lil' pic of the gang but the flash went off

Hack man took 'em where the packs ran off

Till the backend made it rain cats and dogs

**** wings too heavy (Woo!)

Goddamn, my bitch too heavy

In a White House in my Wraith, like who gon' check me out this bitch?

I've cuffed so many AKAs, I know the steps she 'bout to hit

I pull out the Wraith, go and grab my dick

One pic, then yes, we 'bout to dip, like brotha, uhh

Got you in your feelings out this bitch, legend has it

Blanco made a couple million out this bitch, legend has it

Y'all got hot then started chillin' out this bitch, and now you burnt

Bitch, you out there turnin' all them legends habit, and I—, uh

Throw that shit on (Bitch, I—)

I throw that shit on (Bitch, I—)

I throw that shit on

Hey, bitch, I—

I throw that shit on

How 'bout a face?

Throw that shit on

A Glock on the waist?

I throw that shit on

Bitch, I'm out the way

I throw that shit on

Bitch, I'm out the way

Out my way, way

I gave you my love but bitch you did me dirty, dirty

You see the steps, show these hoes don't deserve me, deserve me

I got the torch, my ****

Closest I get back home is the York, my ****

I'm tryna put the city on Forbes, my ****

Can't do the shit from a Porsche, my ****

If I liked ten pics, then of course I'm with her

Ball on the bitch while I'm courtside with her

It's of course that she ain't never had nice shit

'Cause the bitch start stealing all the forks I get her, it's great

School as fuck and with my youngin' took a lunch

She already called her cousins, they gon' set that **** up

She got it from me

Was born in the back of a Jeep

And that ain't no bar, I could tell you the street

I been watchin' them fly for like twenty-eight weeks

Why the fuck y'all worried 'bout me? Like brotha, uhh

Got you in your feelings out this bitch, legend has it

Blanco made a couple million out this bitch, legend has it

Y'all got hot then started chillin' out this bitch, and now you burnt

Bitch, you out there turnin' all them legends habit, and I—, uh

Throw that shit on (Bitch, I—)

I throw that shit on (Bitch, I—)

I throw that shit on

Hey, bitch, I—

I throw that shit on

How bout a face?

Throw that shit on

A Glock on the waist?

I throw that shit on

Bitch, I'm out the way

I throw that shit on

Bitch, I'm out the way

I throw that shit on

Out my way, way

Brotha, uhh

I gave you my love, but bitch, you did me dirty, dirty

You see the steps, show these hoes don't deserve me

New curfews in the city have been set to control the ongoing issue

The city of Philadelphia has had enough with flash mobs