Timmy Tunes

Yeah
Yeah

Okay den
Yeah
Uhhh
Okay

No stop we been on the U-haul too

Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice
Giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake

Call it Timmy tunes
This is what a nigga groove do

Shorty text me no reply
Call my phone I hit decline

I'm locked in the booth 7 days and 7 nights

I'm up on demon time
You wouldn't understand the grind

Like NWA on a track you know I'm ruthless right
You tryna be on the team
Let me check the roster size

This is the home team bitch
You was on the other side

You get it how you live
Mann it is what it is

I be steppin
Til I ain't got no soles in this bitch

It ain't a talent show
Imma show you what it is

Everybody think they wild
Til I'm cannoning out quick

Beat her dunnies down she using every single vowel

I'm a different typa nigga
Baby Check the whole style

Dee told me stay in the booth
We gon get it
I'm bouta pull a curry
Cook it up with the fixins
Like I'm in the kitchen
No L's
My team be winning

Tell them niggas sit down
Imma lebron it
Till they get it

Yeah
Imma lebron it till they get

Can't take a L
Man I need a chip
Baguettes in the mix
This a different type of shit
Bro got the 4 but he plead 5th

Don't look at me
Like a crewneck
Bitch I ain't got no zips

If they try to get me like ill run a different route
Level up before they try to talk on me clown
007 Shaken not stirred

I'll take it back like the 1990's
I'm the pusher man

I got whatchu need
You know where to find me

Ahuh
Ahuh

Never made it highkey
Like sly cooper no where to be seen

Float like a buttery sting like a bee
That's how I'll always be
Nigga

Yeah



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Writer(s): Marquis Draper
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