[Verse]
KillaMobb 'til the death of me
.40 Glock on the left of me
Give a opp a problem if he testin' me
Never let a nigga get the best of me
I reach for the steal, Patrick Beverley
I look like a killer, what the fuck, I make a nigga step to me
I don't ever talk, I let the weapon speak
I be blowin' shit like a referee
You don't know what happened, you can't quеstion me
Changed on my own and she'll prеssure me
Couple homies died, may they rest in peace
And my OG crazy, she be stressin' me
I'm up writin' songs, I don't never sleep
When I make it, I'ma buy a restaurant
For them cold nights, I ain't never eat
If you lookin' for me, bitch, I'm up North
Where the drug dealers and the felons be
Couple Mickey Cobras, couple Vice Lords
But we all throwing up the letter T
And that’s TimTim Gang, if you add a K
Bullets hits your brain, then we drive away
Now I'm switchin' lanes
Since fifteen, this shit been the same
It's like "Eh, yeah, this a different pain"
When it's wartime, all the niggas train
Beam on the gun, that's specific aim
Pistol bouncin' like hydraulics
It's gon' drop its top when that Smith& bang
Tell his OG, "If our baby wanna be with this shits, then he gettin' changed"
Pull up where the bricks hang
With revolver it shells, I call it Adele
I love how that bitch sang
CPDK, and I'm GDK
Fuck every nigga with that black and blue
Sippin' trap juice, while I crack the deuce
Fuck Pappy gang, they be with the opps
So get on they ass what I gotta do
I be droppin' rakes down there every day
Throw it up, I'm dumpin' like an alley-oop
You don't want the gang comin' after you
They pop out the cut , start attackin' you
Leader of my team, I'm who they pass to
Like Kyle Korver, I just catch and shoot
Couple old head still shootin' shit like Uncle Drew
My lil' niggas get it crackin' too
Couple bitches with it, they be clappin' too
Everybody shootin', that's a million rounds
Slide through your block, knock the buildings down
Niggas posted up, we gon' blick 'em down
Clip through and shoot some more if we still around
Heard you got a gun but you still a clown
Ain't shit changed
You ain't tryna let shit bang
If the opps catch, you would flip gangs
Niggas move front 'cause they bitch made
Look
Said we gon' take off but they don't believe us
I picture the gang at the top with our feet up
They gon' wanna beat us and we undefeated, can't nobody beat us
O.D.A., we so reckless
Best shit's finna happen when all of us meet up
Ya foldin' on a word
Whole gang get to clappin', they spazzin' the T up
Hit the mall, spend the bands, hit the block then I re up
I'm chasin' this guap, ain't got time for no teachers
I sweat on the court, while you hate from the bleachers
Trap juice got me stuck, poured up by the liter
Speed through the city in steamers
Night time, we have glizzy with beamers
Twin Glocks, Tamera and Tia
They'll do your whole team like some eaters
Pipe loud like it came with a speaker
Banana clips, go ape like Caesar
Puttin' stripes on my name like Adidas
I'm a cold-hearted nigga with that heater
In that hoodie, all black, Grim Reaper
If we leave, take off when I see ya
We might die, take a flight like Aaliyah
We might die, take a flight like—
Gang
KillaMobb 'til the death of me
.40 Glock on the left of me
Give a opp a problem if he testin' me
Never let a nigga get the best of me
I reach for the steal, Patrick Beverley
I look like a killer, what the fuck, I make a nigga step to me
I don't ever talk, I let the weapon speak
I be blowin' shit like a referee
You don't know what happened, you can't quеstion me
Changed on my own and she'll prеssure me
Couple homies died, may they rest in peace
And my OG crazy, she be stressin' me
I'm up writin' songs, I don't never sleep
When I make it, I'ma buy a restaurant
For them cold nights, I ain't never eat
If you lookin' for me, bitch, I'm up North
Where the drug dealers and the felons be
Couple Mickey Cobras, couple Vice Lords
But we all throwing up the letter T
And that’s TimTim Gang, if you add a K
Bullets hits your brain, then we drive away
Now I'm switchin' lanes
Since fifteen, this shit been the same
It's like "Eh, yeah, this a different pain"
When it's wartime, all the niggas train
Beam on the gun, that's specific aim
Pistol bouncin' like hydraulics
It's gon' drop its top when that Smith& bang
Tell his OG, "If our baby wanna be with this shits, then he gettin' changed"
Pull up where the bricks hang
With revolver it shells, I call it Adele
I love how that bitch sang
CPDK, and I'm GDK
Fuck every nigga with that black and blue
Sippin' trap juice, while I crack the deuce
Fuck Pappy gang, they be with the opps
So get on they ass what I gotta do
I be droppin' rakes down there every day
Throw it up, I'm dumpin' like an alley-oop
You don't want the gang comin' after you
They pop out the cut , start attackin' you
Leader of my team, I'm who they pass to
Like Kyle Korver, I just catch and shoot
Couple old head still shootin' shit like Uncle Drew
My lil' niggas get it crackin' too
Couple bitches with it, they be clappin' too
Everybody shootin', that's a million rounds
Slide through your block, knock the buildings down
Niggas posted up, we gon' blick 'em down
Clip through and shoot some more if we still around
Heard you got a gun but you still a clown
Ain't shit changed
You ain't tryna let shit bang
If the opps catch, you would flip gangs
Niggas move front 'cause they bitch made
Look
Said we gon' take off but they don't believe us
I picture the gang at the top with our feet up
They gon' wanna beat us and we undefeated, can't nobody beat us
O.D.A., we so reckless
Best shit's finna happen when all of us meet up
Ya foldin' on a word
Whole gang get to clappin', they spazzin' the T up
Hit the mall, spend the bands, hit the block then I re up
I'm chasin' this guap, ain't got time for no teachers
I sweat on the court, while you hate from the bleachers
Trap juice got me stuck, poured up by the liter
Speed through the city in steamers
Night time, we have glizzy with beamers
Twin Glocks, Tamera and Tia
They'll do your whole team like some eaters
Pipe loud like it came with a speaker
Banana clips, go ape like Caesar
Puttin' stripes on my name like Adidas
I'm a cold-hearted nigga with that heater
In that hoodie, all black, Grim Reaper
If we leave, take off when I see ya
We might die, take a flight like Aaliyah
We might die, take a flight like—
Gang
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