TIM3

Lyrics for TIM3

I'm rocking out like Ozzy Osbourne Ima shoot my shot, even if I got a high point Creative player ass nigga Need to buy some my points Bitch nigga, doing bitch shit proving my point Ion expect shit from nobody, ima grind for it Oh you wanna play today, guess what I got time for it On a nigga neck, they found his ass without a spinal cord Dig ya partner up and then display him like a dinosaur Stop drop and roll in dis bitch I'm on fire Said he took something from me Polygraph him he a liar Turn they hoes to paparazzi, photographing we outside Wrote my name on her pussy, autograph between her thighs Nigga say he got beef, I'm like do it come with fries? I'm not James I can't Bond with these hoes Dey be spy's She got good tongue but the bitch a snake she disguised All my niggas they gon slide, they go ride, we go rise Always outnumbered, always the underdog Niggas tried to jump me, had to get the guns involved Respect earned nigga, I'm standing firm nigga I ain't never ran, pull up on smoke like Worm nigga I'm rocking out like Ozzy Osbourne Ima shoot my shot, even if I got a high point Creative player ass nigga Need to buy some my points Bitch nigga, doing bitch shit proving my point Ion expect shit from nobody, ima grind for it Oh you wanna play today, guess what I got time for it On a nigga neck, they found his ass without a spinal cord Dig ya partner up and then display him like a dinosaur It's, it's It's my time, it's my time I been waiting too long Can't no nigga tell me shit, I got this shit on my own Chopsticks on all my brothers we make egg foo young Dog shit no kitty litter I brought my mamma a home Clown ass nigga ain't no bitch had ever tell me she gone Can't jump no fence, stay on my side they right went totally wrong At the top, nigga don't ask what floor we on When something feeling off niggas already knowing what we on I'm in London, making bread pockets full of scones Eighty pointers, old school he got killed with stones Nicknamed his bitch Soul food, she like neck bones I got partners doing life, having sex with phones Ima real deal mobster something like Al Capone It get real vicious I'm a pitbull not a Labrador He a whole bitch before we walk in ima grab the door I'm bout action no talking you can have the floor It's my time, it's my time I been waiting too long Can't no nigga tell me shit, I got this shit on my own Chopsticks on all my brothers we make egg foo young Dog shit no kitty litter I brought my mamma a home Clown ass nigga ain't no bitch had ever tell me she gone Can't jump no fence, stay on my side they right went totally wrong At the top, nigga don't ask what floor we on When something feeling off niggas already knowing what we on