Timbs Lyrics

I get to steppin' in Tim's I get to steppin' in Tim's

I get to steppin' in Tim's I get to steppin' in Tim's

Woah, I get to steppin' in Tim's Young niggas so turnt, got me comin' in trim

This chop orthopedic, it's takin' a limb It's a shark in the water, you better not swim

All this shit in my head, gotta speak to the mic It's a G-lock on hip, nigga, why would I fight

Do the murder dance, that nigga seein' the light

You got smoke with D3, he'll end your life She told me I ain't shit, but I don't give a fuck

That bitch come crawlin' back Some niggas not meant for the field

They can't catch a kill, so I gotta be the quarterback

We don't recruit from the trap Call me Secret Santa, got that hoe on my lap

Man, the gang so knotted put the hood on the map

Got that Drako on me, I be makin' it clap If you run down on me, nigga, you would get wrapped

She be lit, so I keep it a G I pull up to the trap, gotta get me a key

Got a Amiri and purple, Balenci the feet And my bitch hold it down, nigga, why would I cheat

You wanna get high, bet I got what you need I'm so sick of them niggas, might have a disease

I'm a solid young nigga, not takin' a plea

I can't go like LeBron, never leaving my heat

Yo ass too old, you can't jump off the porch

This a AMG, GLE, put it in sports

My partner too solid, we'll take it to court

I don't play by the gang, I'ma take it to war

That nigga so nasty, he cuffin' a whore

I'm havin' bitches galore

Got me some money, can't sit on my tummy

I gotta find ways to go get me some more

I gotta find ways to go get me some racks

Make it stack, huh, I make it stack

If I lose it, I get it right back, huh

It could go down like the rack for the niggas who puttin' up acts

Got a micro-drake with a 5.56

And a big boy Glock with a block on the back

With a block on the back, woah

Got a micro-drake with a 5.56

And a big boy Glock with a block on the back

Woah, woah

With a block on the back

With a block on the back

I get to steppin' in tims

young niggas so turnt, got me comin' in trim

This chop othopedic, its takin' a limb

It's a shark in the water, you better not swim

All this shit in my head, gotta speak to the mic

It's a Glock on hip, nigga, why would I fight

Do the murder dance, that nigga seein' the light

You got smoke with D3 he'll end your life

You got smoke with D3 he'll end your life

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

You got smoke with D3 he'll end your life