GM

​Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Fuck that bitch, F-f-f-fuck that bitch, F-f-f-fuck that hater, Fuck them, Fuck them. ​I was having bitches in my DMs, Tryna ask me out, But you can't handle the ego of T.M. Plus, I was working hard A.M. to the P.M., Making these raps for my haters just to see them. They have nobody to hate, and that's why I'm tryna help with these songs, I'm tryna feed 'em. I'ma make these bars so I never have to be them— And never be them. I'm a GOAT, my dick is 25 CM, Them bitches give me VMs, They just like my BM. My influence is big, and it's so fucking EM, In this rap game, T.M. is a fucking GM. ​I was stacking up lyrics like I'm playing Tetris, I'm handling these beats so well, I'm feeling ambidextrous. My beats are humbling bitches, haters, hoes, Fuckers, and exes, And all this power make me feel I became a big threat, My head painting pictures, And so I don't die on this spectrum, I'm making these raps so you can bounce in your bedroom, Jumping, leaving zero headroom, Make you the subject of some med school, Making walls, but I'll just step through, 'Cause T.M. is a motherfucking king, Isn't that true? ​I got panties dropping, Ain't no stopping, Pussy popping, Ass-cheeks chopping, Dick with toppings, Like on doping, Cum for mopping, Breath is stopping. ​See me on a good day, I might just say hey, See me on a bad day, You might just get laid. Violence is my play, There's no other damn way, I'm hurting you, but you are the one that's going to pay. Royalty is rushing through blood, Wanna die renowned, So they never forget my plot, And my fans feeling proud. Haters getting shit a lot, They've been really shading underground, I only listen to God, And I feel so glad, With my power's reward, Money sliced like a sword, And doing these hits, I'm bored— And more, And more. ​More, I'm counting my profits, While you motherfuckers ain't really about shit. Legacy ain't no quit, Money in the layers, This is all real sweet, Living up to prayers. When I'm making these hits, Rapping all of these beats, Finding rhymes that fit, Pen spinning, it twists, Wanna make some feats? Then take my seeds, Hearing the sound of my seats, Moving heads like it's mint. ​And now, listen: Next time you wanna trash-talk about me, Remember your life, and what you are about to be. T.M is a motherfucking GM, baby.