On gang, like, bitch, I´m really, like
I´m really gon´ turn up on this one
I´m really that nigga though, like, for real, like
(Ant Chamberlain, that´s a hundred points)

I´ll, I´ll turn anything into some crazy shit, some nut shit, for real (Yeah, uh)

New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I´ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin´?" Yeah
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don´t text me back?" ´Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin´ me Tim the way that I´m givin´ ´em free game
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain´t got one, he lame (Yeah, uh)

Oppers on oppers, send him to the doctors, 40 sing like opera
Yeah, I feel like Biggie, don´t know who shot ya, uh, but I still´ll pop ya
My new bitch, she white like blanca, yeah, her name Veronica
He got two legs, one arm, he could bend that block, I don´t know what´s stoppin´ him
Probably ´cause his homies dead and we poppin´ ´em
Don´t that sound logical?
Yeah, I bend the block, get shot, it ain´t optional
Run game like obstacle
I been talkin´ to gang and they been tellin´ me if we let up, what the opps´d do
Fuck it, they feel too tough, then we gon´ drop a few

New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I´ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin´?" Yeah
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don´t text me back?" ´Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin´ me Tim the way that I´m givin´ ´em free game
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain´t got one, he lame

2x, but a nigga rock three chains
If we catch an opp, it´s free game
Young nigga been lit, nigga, he fame
I ain´t worried ´bout him ´cause he sane
And my shooter insane, he´ll knock out his membranes
Been fly with a kick game
But if I kick game and I hit range
When I up it, just watch how I split brains
Young nigga went shoppin´, bought six names
Patek white gold, no ´pit stains
They say he rich before fame
Other rappers been cleanin´ my shit stains
Came out of the Honda Accord, now I can afford to cop me a lil´ bit of wrist change
My Philippe cost a brick, I ain´t worried ´bout shit
I remember I was worried, my risk changed

New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I´ma ball like Jordan, yeah
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin´?" Yeah
Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this just first quarter
And she be like, "Why you don´t text me back?" ´Cause bitch, my Patek water, uh
We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang
Go back to the hood, they callin´ me Tim the way that I´m givin´ ´em free game
And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain´t got one, he lame