KWAZii - TTC Lyrics

      

TTC
by KWAZii

WESTSIDE
Westside music
Are you in the mafia?
There is no mafia
Been runnin’ up and down the west district
Makin’ money makin’ hits and shit
Are we done for the night?

 I was on the TTC feel like just last week
In some beat up Filas (just last week)
Tdot business
Back in the West, hunnid Gs all finished
Bitches won’t leave me be
I done pushed passed P
Girl you cute but you’re killing me
You know how to trip me up the quickest
Hoe moved cold on who
I’m the sickest
I must have connects for the flights
I done seen the world off a ticket
Nobody owe you no respect gotta fight
And I’m down to go toes in protection of my image
God forbid a nigga fuck ‘round with my digits
Thought about it now I’m really in my feelings
Just looked over at this hoe and sent her home
I ain’t even touch a million
I don’t even wanna hit it

 I was on the TTC from the west DT knowing that I’d be the richest
I was on the outs and now I’m in it like a British
Wrist is looking pissed I got the district going tizzic
I could paint the picture but I can’t explain the vision
Wouldn’t understand it if you don’t fuckin’ live it
Circle so small role call is specific
Shoutout Roy
Shoutout Stoli
Shoutout Astro
Shoutout Dizzy

 Okay let’s get to the gritty
Phone jumpin’ silly
Niggas sign a deal and think they puttin’ on the city
Tryna lil bro me like they know me as a rookie
Then when all the hype die down niggas hit me
Yeah fuck all that I got a hand full of 50s
Throw a couple up and I could have these bitches kissing
Toss a couple racks and imma leave here in a triplet
Nigga if I throw it up it’s going down that’s just physics
I was on the TTC
Ridin’ roun’ through the Bs bumpin’ dirty sprite (true)
OGs sippin’ on syrup and ice
First time I ever had a perc I was fried
Took two tryna rebirth the high
Sellin’ out the V before I knew how to drive
You can make a move you don’t swerve it right
Best believe a spliff getting burned tonight
If I catch a nigga fuckin’ with the stack
Just a youngin’ even though I got it from my brother
I locked in when nigga fronted me the pack
This is not a game I know that niggas get put under
Beat the road a nigga brought it right back
First time out in Ella I was hungry I remember
Called my mama said we made a hundred racks
Went back home to the westside nigga