Big Tymerz

Kid wonder, you made this beat? Damn Skrt No Hooks Part two in this bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop sticked, bitch Skrt, skrt Aye, aye, aye Your bitch is a gunner Ride foreigns in the summer Pop pills, smoke weed I'm the plug with the drugs, I got what you need Big rims on Tuxs Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck A dose, shut the lights I done dodged fast cars yeah I'm runnin' lights Highspeed, Hellcat Hell nah, hella nah ain't no catchin' that Fuck your bitch from the back Hell naw, I ain't want her you can have her back Forgiatos mounted up Check a big bag of money then I count it up Homicides, zip 'em up He ain't breathin' tell the coroners go and pick 'em up Pull up, slide doors Blue strips, open doors Designer drugs, designer clothes Designer hoes, designer coats New whips, pigeon toe New ice, rose gold New price, show sold Bankrolls don't fold Rocks, blows, we sell doughs So strong make a junkie itch blow Water whippin', I broke the stove Now I got dope residue all on my clothes Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too You a killer, April Fools Nigga get this shit confused you gon' make the news Dealerships, foreign whips Cash out, poker chips Thick bitch, mean walk Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk These niggas all talk Hit the mall fuck it off, forgot what I brought These niggas throw salt They just made cause they broke, ain't my fault Follow the trails, I'm drippin' sauce Leg hangin' out the car cause my doors off He off lean, he dosed off He ain't see me comin' with that Mossberg sawed off Poppin' pills let me (be great) Got a bad bitch and she on Section eight Pappadeaux and steak Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate Presidential, Obama Naw not the president I'm talkin' marijuana My eyes low off, I'm high off ganja Dawg changed, I can't see you call me Stevie Wonder In the strip club throwin' ones We just snuck in with all our guns I'm standin' on the bar, showin' out These Gucci shoes ain't comin' out Doughnuts, burnt outs Nascar, fast car watch the engine 'bout See a lame point 'em out My homie tweakin' off the shit, he'll knock 'em out Your time is runnin' out We'll turn a nigga house to a haunted house I get it by the large amout I hit my plug for the drugs if I'm running out