TM-47 lyrics

[Intro: George Kosana & 10cellphones]
Well there's no problem
If you have a gun shoot him in the head
That's a sure way to kill him

Bobby Dee
Damn it Bobby

What wrong with these n*ggas man?

[Hook: 10cellphones]
I'm on the block with Glock extensions
Pull up with the choppa, I'm not missing
That n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
Stop all the cap, boy that's not how you living
You not getting guap, stop b*tching
I f*ck top notch b*tches
These n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
Lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[Verse 1: 10cellphones]
Walked down on a n*gga late night like Thriller
Catch me on the phone posted up with them killers
That boy, he a stain, but he say he a drug dealer
I'm not a junkie I can't do them drugs with you
Claim he the plug so you know I'ma get him
I'ma jug his ass and everyone with him
They won't make a move cuz the choppa gon' babysit them
That boy make a move, I just might make my lady hit him
That boy make a move, I'ma let the .380 hit him
Pull up in Mercedez with dracs and we spray the scene
That boy lookin' crazy I told him stop playin' with me
Pulled up with the racks so that lil b*tch start prayin' with me
If she not suckin' di*k, that b*tch not coming with me
Walked in the club and I spent like a hunnid fifty
Thottie gon f*ck on the gang for a hunnid fifty
They would've [?] for these b*tches with big ol' titties
[Hook: 10cellphones]
I'm on the block with Glock extensions
Pull up with the choppa, I'm not missing
That n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
Stop all the cap, boy that's not how you living
You not getting guap, stop b*tching
I f*ck top notch b*tches
These n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
Lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[Verse 2: Kamiyada]
Don't know what you thought what this was but it ain't that
How you got 80 and 10 on the same track
Yo' b*tch said she don't want me told me that she not in love with me, funny enough that she came back
Soon as the racks came in
f*ckin' your b*tch got her back caved in
I treat that lil ho like a backpace b*tch
Why she stand on your money, your racks ain't sh*t
That b*tch want f*ck with me just cuz I get it in
Just bought a SRT, I'm not rentin' sh*t
Even with that Glock, we know that you still a b*tch
Monkeys hiding from the island like Gilligan
Pull up with yo [?] just asked me to hit again
You know he not made for this sh*t boy then quit it then
Spinnin' yo block in this coupe with this alias
I brought the bag and this b*tch like Azalea
Lambo a spider, it came from Australia
My b*tch so perfect, you think that I tailored her
My ho is savage, these b*tches are scared of her
Glizzy hold 30 I go anywhere with her
And we ain't talkin' hotdogs b*tch
Yo' b*tch finna sit on this long ass di*k
DC sniper, came with a stick
Had a temper tantrum when I throw on this fit, lil b*tch
[Hook: 10cellphones]
I'm on the block with Glock extensions
Pull up with the choppa, I'm not missing
That n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
Stop all the cap, boy that's not how you living
You not getting guap, stop b*tching
I f*ck top notch b*tches
These n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
Lil boy get the f*ck out my damn business

[Verse 3: 83Hades]
I got extended clips, no, I'm not reloading
He tryna eat on my scraps, he be freeloading
I had to dump the b*tch because she be hoeing
Just copped a pint and the seal gon' let me open
I'm bout to bust in her mouth when she deepthroat it
All on my waist, I got my heat showin'
Got something bigger, don't care 'bout what he totin'
Off with his head put on top of the totem pole
I got these racks just right after I sold my soul
Walked in to the function, come in with a .44
I just left the function, you ask where your shorty go
I might not wrap it, we have an abortion though
Not good at school, no, I'm not on the honor roll
I'm in LA and I'm smoking a lot of dope
What's in my blunt? It's your homie and gelato
Feds runnin down on the [?] cuz I push cargo
I got some racks in the safe like Wells Fargo
You want some change, you ain't playin' your part though
No, I'm not scared, I'm in every burough
Robbin' they store, b*tch, I'm making them furlough
I hit his block and then I gotta lay low
I got a bad b*tch, do what I say so
I'm with a savage, he kill for some pesos
Boy, you a stain, best not bring out no bankroll
[Hook: 10cellphones]
I'm on the block with Glock extensions
Pull up with the choppa, I'm not missing
That n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
Stop all the cap, boy that's not how you living
You not getting guap, stop b*tching
I f*ck top notch b*tches
These n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
Lil boy get the f*ck out my business

[Verse 4: Christ Dillinger]
Walk in my trap, b*tch we sellin' that ready made
He tried to cut the hard, it broke his razorblade
[?] off the front like I'm catching the cab
I just sold him some paper, he think it's a tab
I heard these n*ggas don't like me
I'm sagging it hard, [?] show lightly
Proud of Prada, n*gga, these not no Nikes
And my n*ggas keep straps like I hang out with dykes
I bought some stocks and I just got some dividends
I f*ck her for hours and you just a minuteman
Getting money, man, Christ Dillinger synonyms
Breaking the law, I am not a good citizen
All the b*tches I f*ck, problematic
I'm making the pack disappear like it's magic
His b*tch a philanthropist, lettin' me have at it
We sippin' on wock and I'm livin' so lavish
You a broke n*gga so can't put your phone on
I bought me a perc and told my b*tch to hold on
Wake up in the morning, I'm putting that pole on
And I got that underarm cuffs like it's roll on
This a real Rolex, b*tch, look at the gems in it
Why you bought followers? You still irrelevant
I hate these n*ggas just like I'm the president
Still f*cking your b*tch, yes, present tense
Put the di*k in her mouth, suck that
She want this pickle, ain't talkin' bout Rugrats
b*tch, what that pus*y speak, Ebonics
These junkies be hooked on the dope like it's phonics
You copy my sh*t I just take it as homage
These n*ggas can't see me like pics of Muhammad

[Verse 5: Lil Darkie]
-Damn n*gga, you really gonna make me come in like this?
(yuh, yuh, yuh)
That Glock with a di*k make a n*gga vibrate
Huh, man we took all his classes, I'm smoking high grade
Huh, keep that water my neck cuz I gotta hydrate
Huh, when I walk and then spot all the b*tches migrate
Huh, I don't wait 'til that pus*y boy come to my state
Huh, I'll fade every n*gga that wanna buy Bape
f*ck Bape, all you n*ggas is broke but stay buyin' designer, b*tch you are the kind that I hate
Huh, and I just found my lighter, I'm sparking that kush up
f*ckin' that b*tch, look like I'm doing push up
You talkin' so much about me then say wassup
You don't gotta act like you don't see what's happening
Watching n*ggas fall off is so tragic and saddening
Passing up n*ggas like Madden, I'm maddening
My stick is so big and shoot far like a javelin
Darkie so dazzling, take off your head like a mannequin
Damaging faggots like I was the Vatican
Battling n*ggas ain't nothing but practicing
You got a career? What yo' manager managing
Name one Indian rapper that I am not better than

-I mean, Nav kinda fire if you think about it
-f*ck you

Shut the f*ck up, your life, I'm ending
Suck on my nuts, and please, intend it
To make me bust, I just ascended
I'm on the block with Glock extensions

[Hook: 10cellphones]
I'm on the block with Glock extensions
Pull up with the choppa, I'm not missing
That n*gga want smoke, then we go get him mist
Stop all the cap, boy that's not how you living
You not getting guap, stop b*tching
I f*ck top notch b*tches
These n*ggas burnt out for thot b*tches
Lil boy get the f*ck out my business