In My Timbs (feat. Big Yopp)

Where'd that man go again Aye, aye, summertime, watch how I step out of in my fucking' Tims I remember I use to be broke and bummy, now I pop out trim Every rip, every rip met my head at my market, now every week, he buying' zips One head a change your fucking' life, could get you locked or get you rich I've been playin' with all these pounds, but I'm skinnier than a bitch I Need to stop, on playin' and get my weight on It's like I'm never at the crib, like I fucking' hate home If they ain't one of mine, then I don't know what they on My plug got every drank color like some crayons Late night cooling' in the booth with my nigga Tayvon When Me and Yop touch the mic, we like Trdee and Baby Tron Out here riding' with my partner, my nigga in the whip Havin' baby mama problems, he said, you better wrap it up You don't want no BM drama, I just had to laugh it out I told my nigga, fuck the BS, we can't see another drought Aye, I asked the bitch what she want, she said, Benihanas I told the, ho, you don't deserve shit, you can get McDonald's I got a fire head up in Indianapolis, and his name Ronald He usually get the QPs, but today he's shopping' full throttle My brother can't smoke no weed, so he off the bottle Lil cuz, said, fuck the pape, tryna catch a body Yop got 23 like Jordan, I got 33 like Scottie Baby girl, I can't adore you, I just want some sloppy sloppy If the bitch suck me right, might put her in some Marni I told Yop, I'm coming' down with fresh pints, bitch, I'm bringing' Barney I told Yop, I'm coming' down with fresh pints, bitch, I'm bringing' Barney Aye, aye, summertime, watch how I step out of in my fucking' Tims I remember I use to be broke and bummy, now I pop out trim Every rip, every rip met my head at my market, now every week, he buying' zips One head a change your fucking' life, could get you locked or get you rich I've been playin' with all these pounds, but I'm skinnier than a bitch Ayy, ayy, niggas sayin' that they got you, whole time they busy I'ma bust a cap for Joe, cause you know that's my sissy Once they ass, let me off this band, them niggas catch like fifty Lil' baby ass, thinkin' that I love her, bitch, you Icky Vicky This love' shit is gettin' hard, this shit is really tricky Buss a whole zip down in my Timberlands You ain't got a lie of me, cause I know that you ain't feeling ', man Bitch, I'm Uncle Sam, when it come down to my pape, give me my dividends Heady blowing' up my line, back to back, like, what you spending', man All these niggas wishin' death on me, so I feel like Many man Miniman, mini-mini-mini-miniman Wish death upon me, yeah, I don't cry no more I don't look to the sky no more Cause I got it on me, and you is not my homie Bitch, I'm livin' life like Tony Fire ass, bitty in my bed, that's a bad ebony I was in my cell eatin' bread without baloney Got a fire head on the south, meet me at the coney Niggas always talkin' fake shit, that shit so baloney Watch who you call your mans, cause they be so phony Bitch, I got it, bitch, I got it, bitch, I got it on me Wish death upon me, yeah, I don't cry no more I don't look to the sky no more Cause I got it on me, I got it on me