[Hook: Lul Timm]
Slidin' down the three, throwin' the hood up
You niggas really cappin', man, you niggas never pull up
New AK-47 it got lug nuts
You niggas know what happened, should have had that fuckin' pistol tucked
New wide body, skkrrt, I can handle her
200 on the dash, I bet 50, I ain't gon' crash
New Wockhardt, mmh, I love tastin' her
150 on my head, I'm a Rollin' 'til I'm dead
[Verse 1: Lul Timm]
Yeah, 150 on my head, I'm a Rollin' 'til I'm dead
And I'm still in them trenches, nigga, I ain't never goin' out scared
Niggas know how I play it, better ask the city, how I spray it
If you got money on your head, best believe, I'm goin' fed
Goin' fed, yeah
Wе bring the 'Cat out on a rainy day, a rainy day
We fucked up forty racks, so it could rain today, it rain today
That 'wood a famous pack, it takе the pain away
It's 'bout 4'n'em on this Glock, so please don't play with me
This that jump out, run down on him, ain't no get back gang
We know nothing 'bout lil homie, we know Jump Out Gang
We not cliquin' up with 4'n'em, we don't fuck with lames
Lil "" was seventeen, got hit all in his face
His brother tried to spin, had that nigga doin' a mase
They say I wasn't walk no more, now I'm doin' the matrix
Yeah, you see me doin' the matrix
When we slide, them niggas doin' real tricks
Slidin' down the three, throwin' the hood up
You niggas really cappin', man, you niggas never pull up
New AK-47 it got lug nuts
You niggas know what happened, should have had that fuckin' pistol tucked
New wide body, skkrrt, I can handle her
200 on the dash, I bet 50, I ain't gon' crash
New Wockhardt, mmh, I love tastin' her
150 on my head, I'm a Rollin' 'til I'm dead
[Verse 1: Lul Timm]
Yeah, 150 on my head, I'm a Rollin' 'til I'm dead
And I'm still in them trenches, nigga, I ain't never goin' out scared
Niggas know how I play it, better ask the city, how I spray it
If you got money on your head, best believe, I'm goin' fed
Goin' fed, yeah
Wе bring the 'Cat out on a rainy day, a rainy day
We fucked up forty racks, so it could rain today, it rain today
That 'wood a famous pack, it takе the pain away
It's 'bout 4'n'em on this Glock, so please don't play with me
This that jump out, run down on him, ain't no get back gang
We know nothing 'bout lil homie, we know Jump Out Gang
We not cliquin' up with 4'n'em, we don't fuck with lames
Lil "" was seventeen, got hit all in his face
His brother tried to spin, had that nigga doin' a mase
They say I wasn't walk no more, now I'm doin' the matrix
Yeah, you see me doin' the matrix
When we slide, them niggas doin' real tricks
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