T.S.A lyrics

[Intro: XELISHURT]
Yeah (Uh) Yeah (Ayy)
Uh-uh (Pippin’ the puck puck)
Ayy, yuh (Pullin’ the stick when you’re the one gettin’ l-l-l-laid)
[?] Yuh, ayy (Goddamn)
Y-y-y-y-yeah, a-a-a-a-a-ayy, (Hit him with the puck puck)
[?] Yeah, hit him with the puck puck
When that sound hound, I’d finna duck tuck, uh

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
Pulling up on your b*tch and it's night
Swingin’ fast , little b*tch it my knife (U-u-u-u) (Ayy, uh)
(Uh) She wanna come to the crib (Ayy, uh)
Just got her name on my ribs (Ayy, u-u-u-uh)
Do it little b*tch like a task force (Uh)
These pussies gonna get what they ask for (Yeah, yeah)
Slide it through T.S.A, b*tch, like a passport
Yeah, putting up points on the mof*ckin’ stats board (Uh, yeah)
b*tch, I keep it tucked, cut like the night (Yeah)
f*ckin’ with me then I'll flip likе a knife (Uh, yeah)
Shooting at me and your shots will all miss (Yеah)
I'm in the cut and my a-a-a-armor's equipped (Uh, yeah)
Ending your life like a bucket, you kicked (Yeah)
Spilling your blood and I got on my wrist (Yeah)
Got like ten bands, I put that on my wrist (Yeah)
Look at these carrots, I fightin’ my sh*t (Yeah)
Come with the gloves little b*tch like it's fight night (Uh)
Scary ass like a fright night
Look through the 4X I got you on scope sight
Push it away little b*tch, like a fork right (Uh-h-h-h-h)
That f*cker sh—t-t-t-t-t-that pus*y I came in, me stuck (Yeah)
Stay with that dog and you runnin’ that shut—(Yeah)
Dude, do you realize you lookin’ at a b*tch?
[Verse 2: BRUHMANEGOD]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Beamy God, beamy God, Sans, Sans
Come sh*t, come sh*t, hurt gang, lets go (G-g-g-g—)
Sliced up, sliced up sh*t with a head-rush
Bands out the Benz, kill the leader, you a dead cub
(Agh) b*tch I got red lungs, b*tches got wet c*nts
I ain’t even said none
Yeah, I told him to link but it’s a setup
I really be bakin’ while you livin’ off of bread crumbs
I-I-I’m a lover not a fighter but I’ll whoop yo' sh*t
It’s the goons if you wondering who took yo' sh*t
Got the gang in this b*tch, I’m the lead cultist
Rappers actin’ like some b*tches and they so full of sh*t
They be speakin’ on my name tryna pose for a pic
They be actin’ like some hoes tryna boast for the b*tch
And I’m really from the bay, I got locs in the crib
And they really got the poles, get a hole if you wish
And the gang goin’ fishin’, puttin’ holes in his lip
Goddamn, I gang, b*tch you know what it is
It’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit
I’m finna stick it in the slit
I’m finna stick it in the sl*t
I’m gettin’ big, I’m comin’ up
Money erect, my money up
My money up, my money up
R-R-R-R-Racks bussin’ out the bunch
I’m a pimp, I ain’t a munch
You’d best learn that sh*t, know you heard that sh*t
Everything in the sack, yea I earned that sh*t
Spit 10 minutes flat, b*tch, I work that quick
I’m a real O.G, you a nerd ass jitt
J-Just rewrite history, I do book burnings
Let sh*t come to me, you gotta look for it
Way ahead of my time, still the most current
You a broke ass b*tch, you got no earnings
I’ma—I’ma talk my sh*t, yeah, I’m so earnest
And I stay cookin’ up straight out the furnace
It’s the beamy, beamy God and XELISHURT b*tch
You ain’t got nothin’ to offer, b*tch, you hella worthless
This Apache di*k in yo' b*tch pursed lips
I’m evil, I’ma—I’ma accursed
I’m evil, I’ma—I’ma accursed