Timing/Trophy Lyrics

I'm all about that rap tho

Yeah

Woah, this is the perfect timing

It's moments like these that be so defining

Make me wanna write shit down, then underline it

Don't undermine me, quick to flip the script and match the vibe

Like the thing was Siamese

(Whew)

Fuck a loss, I need a W

Or a double shot of anything on the counter

Cause I'm celebrating me while I'm stunting on you

Yeah

Bring it to my city like a trophy, bitch

Always been the one I'm the golden kid

Can't step on me neither, or my kicks

If you can't tell time, then get behind my clique

You got five to take pics

(five)

That not my girl, but don't mind my bitch

She don't like clothes, only love my dick

Southside player, reppin' 956

Don't try my gang, got ties, got picks

That love don't stay, get smart, that switch

Can't stop now, my flow like piss

Bulk Boyz crew got bass like six

I don't trust a soul that can't make my mix

I don't need friends, my blood won't dip

Never make a move that I know I won't win

No point in forcing things when I know I'm going in

Cause I know I'm going in

Got it tatted that roots in my blood, that's true

Couple tricks up my sleeve, y'all can't fit my shoes

Let my work do the talk when I hit that booth

On my feet most of the time, guess I made that loop

When I land in the north, bet i bring that cold

I'm a fresh motherfucker with the same old clothes

Had a bag that I lost, had to get that back

Never lost who I was, just don't live in the past

Who would've thought

That a young Mexican from the south would've popped

Cruisin' Tom Gill with a buzz and a thot

On my way to get a fade, shout out Rooster's that's the spot

Who would've thought

That a young Mexican from the south would've popped

Cruisin' Tom Gill with a buzz and a thot

On my way to get a fade, shout out Rooster's that's the spot

I am one of one, you can tell by the flow

I ain't one of many, why so many don't know?

Been slept on for a minute, wait a second, I'm low

That's the key to makin' moves till I'm ready to show, ready to blow

Set, fire, aim, then shoot like a bow

Ain't reachin' my peak, I got plenty to go

Got him in line, then I drop them all in a row

Got heat like a stove, got hands like a pro, got dick for you hoes

Swear I'm lookin' for treasure, like I'm pickin' my nose

Make them cry me a river, then I, then I what, just dove

Slow it down, I suppose

Let them snap a pic, but don't pose

Swear I hate me a bitch that don't know

To swallow my kids in one go