Tim and Moby Lyrics

Come on Fakez

Remember they ain't listen

Drop a song they on my dick now

100k streams these hoes thinking that I'm rich now

Brodie so crip he can't move from the waist down

I don't gangbang these hand signs for the ones in the ground

Remember you ain't open my DM she wanna link now

Hot up in the streets, outside sweating I lost three pounds

All you niggas in the same bag y'all look like coffee grounds

Blowout fro like I'm Webbie baby Come on wipe me down

2xx a breath of fresh air

Bitch I'm a game changer

Junkie put that flame up on the rock

Yeah that's a game breaker

All my music really genre-less

I'm really John Mayer

Pop my shit loud while I'm silencin' the naysayers

Baby I don't need a birthday gift

I appreciate prayers

Ballin' in the playoffs like I'm Shaq with the young Frobe

See my cup we really stay together just like Tim and Moby

Count the Spurs with my left hand shooting like Ginobili

I just spilled my cup on the seat look like a bloodstain

You ain't Piru you just wear all red

Stop claiming blood gang

Feeling like I'm Gucci in 06 I let my chain swing

Can't hit no sistas stuck with white chicks he just like Marlon Wayans

I put hard work in for this drip Yea this that Ocean Drive

White ho she kinda dress weird but she got ocean eyes

We came in with overseas drip look like the Bomb Squad

I'm the big ogre in the field you Lord Farquaad

Denzel when I'm in that booth I'm a man on fire

Dyke bitch she serving all the pills like Snoop from The Wire

In this life I need my Mary Jane I'm Tobey Maguire

Blue hundreds stuffed up in my pockets I might need some pliers

I need pints and weed by the load I need a new supplier

I just spiked my drink with a four on my Cosby tip

How the fuck you ballin' on your team?

I see you riding bench

Christmas Day you woke up drinking green

Moody like the Grinch

All my packs really top shelf you can tell by the stench

Look at my streams it's feeling like a dream

Somebody come and pinch me

Come on