DR.TILLMAN

No Safety on my nine

No shooting blanks

Just blew her mind

She wanna sign

Just after 5

Pulling up ranks

Figure oh my

Fresh off the pot

Dropping the stocks

Digits on lock

She got the gwap

oh and the wap

Scooping the glob

She wanna slob

Where’s my dob

Thirsty than mug

Flew for the pot

Shirt bout the drop

parentental lock

Mess with me oh get popped

Tools on lock

Service the law

She wanna snuck

Might as well duck

Fruit on my truck

Just have to look

Co-payments on hook

Saving the fuel

He thought he could

Saving the online new balance

And wood

She wanna jug

Pouring the mule

5 seater came out cuz we wanted moon

Astronaut Boots

4 in my 5th

Drip glowed up blitz

coming up next

Sauce ain’t no ketchup

8Figure Next Year

Immunity to all germs and diseases

Flow so elite

You would think I was Jon Elite

She full of it

Smart than a book

You would think I went to the hill

Fresher and Fast

You would call me DR. DOROTHY TILLMAN