Yea! You know how da f*ck we come wit dis shit bitch
Yea! Timothy on the beat n***a, foot on they neck till it snap off
Trop, Yea
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Aye! Aye
Let's run it
Bitch ima stay on my f*cking grind n***a
Ramen noodles was my dinner every night n***a
My mama thought I was gonna fail, but I shine n***a
I can't worry bout these bitches, I ain't no suga daddy
And I really be in these trenches I be trigga happy
GSE dats my team, I say it wit a passion
I be runnnin pass these n****s I be overlapping
Keep my foot up on they neck, now they shit fractured
My mama my daddy they ain't married, n***a I'm a bastard
Got the game strangled up like I'm a wrestler
And you know that I'm a King like I'm Coretta
And you know I popped a bean I just took a Tesla
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
I just loaded up the choppa point it at his melon
He didn't try to make his payment, now he up in heaven
She ain't tryin f*ck with a boss, she wanna f*ck wit scummies
And I love dem editables dem my favorite gummies
Man Trop tryin to eat, can't have an empty stomach
I always stay deep you already know I'm comin
And you say you got a bag, while n***a roll a hunnit
Tha Captin dats my n***a, dats like my big brotha
Move dem pack through the border, have dat shit smuggled
Got a stash in the ground hada us a shovel
Man my life scattered out, man dat shit a puzzle
And my circle small as f*ck, it's like a little bubble
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
Timothy Timothy - Ready 4l (feat. Trop) Lyrics
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Yea! You know how da f*ck we come wit dis shit bitch
Yea! Timothy on the beat n***a, foot on they neck till it snap off
Trop, Yea
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Aye! Aye
Let's run it
Bitch ima stay on my f*cking grind n***a
Ramen noodles was my dinner every night n***a
My mama thought I was gonna fail, but I shine n***a
I can't worry bout these bitches, I ain't no suga daddy
And I really be in these trenches I be trigga happy
GSE dats my team, I say it wit a passion
I be runnnin pass these n****s I be overlapping
Keep my foot up on they neck, now they shit fractured
My mama my daddy they ain't married, n***a I'm a bastard
Got the game strangled up like I'm a wrestler
And you know that I'm a King like I'm Coretta
And you know I popped a bean I just took a Tesla
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
I just loaded up the choppa point it at his melon
He didn't try to make his payment, now he up in heaven
She ain't tryin f*ck with a boss, she wanna f*ck wit scummies
And I love dem editables dem my favorite gummies
Man Trop tryin to eat, can't have an empty stomach
I always stay deep you already know I'm comin
And you say you got a bag, while n***a roll a hunnit
Tha Captin dats my n***a, dats like my big brotha
Move dem pack through the border, have dat shit smuggled
Got a stash in the ground hada us a shovel
Man my life scattered out, man dat shit a puzzle
And my circle small as f*ck, it's like a little bubble
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
Yea! Timothy on the beat n***a, foot on they neck till it snap off
Trop, Yea
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Aye! Aye
Let's run it
Bitch ima stay on my f*cking grind n***a
Ramen noodles was my dinner every night n***a
My mama thought I was gonna fail, but I shine n***a
I can't worry bout these bitches, I ain't no suga daddy
And I really be in these trenches I be trigga happy
GSE dats my team, I say it wit a passion
I be runnnin pass these n****s I be overlapping
Keep my foot up on they neck, now they shit fractured
My mama my daddy they ain't married, n***a I'm a bastard
Got the game strangled up like I'm a wrestler
And you know that I'm a King like I'm Coretta
And you know I popped a bean I just took a Tesla
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
I just loaded up the choppa point it at his melon
He didn't try to make his payment, now he up in heaven
She ain't tryin f*ck with a boss, she wanna f*ck wit scummies
And I love dem editables dem my favorite gummies
Man Trop tryin to eat, can't have an empty stomach
I always stay deep you already know I'm comin
And you say you got a bag, while n***a roll a hunnit
Tha Captin dats my n***a, dats like my big brotha
Move dem pack through the border, have dat shit smuggled
Got a stash in the ground hada us a shovel
Man my life scattered out, man dat shit a puzzle
And my circle small as f*ck, it's like a little bubble
Ooo, Yea,Yea
Bitches petty petty
We want all the smoke bitch we ready ready
Premium all I roll, yall n****s roll unleaded
I got to touch dem racks I think I got a fetish
Slappin on her ass, she layin on her belly
Young n***a gettin freaky like I'm R Kelly
And it's gettin hot in here, but baby I'm not Nelly
And I'm tryin to beat this charge, they want me to be a felon
Writer: Troy Martin
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