Tim Dunkin

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) (His name's Pablo) [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Rich nigga vibes, get a nigga fried Make the pape' flip two times, then it's gettin' tied I know a bitch gon' fuck me if she look me in my eye Young nigga, I got pull, I got real mob ties I can get a nigga rich or get a nigga robbed I'll level to the devil, only lookin' up to God I don't stress, I got real street niggas on my side Turnt young nigga, I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue Every nigga with me got some money and a pistol Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other niggas' hoes, that's what I'm into Grind like the rent due, I need a hundred M's too I open up to God, he the only one I vent to Neck on freezer, wrist on water Drop a nigga like a mixtape, nigga, this Tha Carter My old bitch thick, she look like Mrs. Parker I know some young niggas go on hits in the Charger He'll die for this shit, he a martyr Young nigga, make sure the killers good, they don't charge me Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin Young nigga tryna hit every bitch around but Karma (Huh?) Put the smoke in the air, the opps can't breathe Your nigga slid, but he choked, that boy ain't squeeze Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze In the trap puttin' O's on the clock When I cock back, I'ma leave some O's in an opp Wrist bust crazy, I think I froze up the watch Better not tell your business to a nosy-ass thot Out of town with a cold old bitch and she pretty She from the city, waist snatched, and she thicker than saditty See the killers, yeah, they with me See they 'fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, I think this shit damn near a ticket [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Hold on, huh, how they think we not with it? Huh Niggas always gone, how we not busy? Huh Two-sixty in this coupe, who in the drop with me? Huh This Babyman ridin' with a bopstick, listen, hold up (Nah) Hold up I don't want no nigga by my side if it ain't brother, huh Every time we choose to come outside, we'll bust you Nah, every time he choose to use a nine, he'll dump it Uh, we ain't tryna talk like no more times, fuck discussions Uh, soon as a nigga get out of line, we gon' rush him, huh G74 the orange soda, we gon' crush him Fuck, uh, uh I had some more, but Skilla Baby said— [Verse 3: Skilla Baby] Fuck it Don't want no ho niggas around me, don't trust 'em Drum on the stick, but it sound like a trumpet Every time a freak booty around, I'ma hump it Huh? I heard the opp niggas hate me, I love it I know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach Young nigga always going to the bank, Tim Duncan [Verse 4: Sada Baby] Huh, how the fuck we not crunchin'? Put his BM pussy in the boxing gym and get to punchin' Everything I do, I take my time, don't be rushin' Huh, white woman love to drink vodka 'cause she Russian, fuck What's your conjunction, uh, junction? Huh Throw a nigga off a cliff like he a stuntman, huh With a new foreign bitch who got a sun tan, huh I be low-key, but still got the upper hand, huh I hope you understand, naw, I hope she understand I'm one of them niggas that she can never fuck again, huh I can't eat it if she ain't just take no bubble bath Fuck Still gon' tax her brother like I'm Uncle Sam Big ape, I got monkey bars like a jungle gym Fuck, mmm, huh I got seventy-seven bitches claimin' they in love with me And they— uh, uh, claimin' they in love with him, huh Mr. Him not them, huh, Mr. I'm gon' win, huh Mr. kick it with a bitch, she tap me on her shin Tsh, huh Mr. soon as she suck my dick, she tap me on her chin, huh Mr. platinum Cartiers with the heron lens, huh Mr. I can't trust a ho, she can fuck my mans, hmm, listen, nigga