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On gang, like, bitch, I'm really, like I'm really gon' turn up on this one I'm really that nigga though, like, for real, like (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points) I'll, I'll turn anything into some crazy shit, some nut shit, for real (Yeah, uh) New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame (Yeah, uh) Oppers on oppers, send him to the doctors, 40 sing like opera Yeah, I feel like Biggie, don't know who shot ya, uh, but I still'll pop ya My new bitch, she white like blanca, yeah, her name Veronica He got two legs, one arm, he could bend that block, I don't know what's stoppin' him Probably 'cause his homies dead and we poppin' 'em Don't that sound logical? Yeah, I bend the block, get shot, it ain't optional Run game like obstacle I been talkin' to gang and they been tellin' me if we let up, what the opps'd do Fuck it, they feel too tough, then we gon' drop a few SongtexteNew ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame 2x, but a nigga rock three chains If we catch an opp, it's free game Young nigga been lit, nigga, he fame I ain't worried 'bout him 'cause he sane And my shooter insane, he'll knock out his membranes Been fly with a kick game But if I kick game and I hit range When I up it, just watch how I split brains Young nigga went shoppin', bought six names Patek white gold, no 'pit stains They say he rich before fame Other rappers been cleanin' my shit stains Came out of the Honda Accord, now I can afford to cop me a lil' bit of wrist change My Philippe cost a brick, I ain't worried 'bout shit I remember I was worried, my risk changed New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame Aus Songtexte Mania