Timmy Turner

[Intro]
(It's Mxnarchy)
(Kazza)
Ayy, bando base that shit for me bro
Man, I had to build my wall to protect myself, bitch, I'm Donald Trump
Bitch, I'm Donald ****

[Verse 1]
Really come from nothin' to somethin', still in the hood, we was robbin' 'cah we seen a lot
Could you see I had to put grub in the mud? For real (For real), man, I had to get filthy bands from a dirty rock (Eurgh)
Wickets on me on a Central line, fuck what they think 'cause I ain't comin' to shop (I ain't comin' to shop)
'Cause half an hour ago, bro, I got a call talkin' 'bout two packets of soft
Born in the ground had to get me funds, but I spun that block like a couple of times
I need more lines, Nines, money on my mind, bro, I don't sleep, I grind
Still from the trench where the shit gets ments, had to fix this span on my line (Ayy, fix that one)
And thesе niggas never gave mе none, so I don't give a fuck what them niggas feel like (I don't give no fucks)
And who said the bando's nice? (Who?)m, but I'm there as long as the paper's right
Hear a weird noise, man, I peep through the window, I need a key hole, now I'm playin' I spy (Who's that?)
SK's bro, he'll slide for me, don't get it twist, I'll slide for him back (That's bro)
Dinger wheels or peds to go
Either way, TF, where we flyin' a pack?

[Chorus]
I'm with Timmy
Timmy Turner, so when I get rich, I designer my kicks
For now bro, I'm 'round town makin' pounds, I don't know 'bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
Or-or-or I'm in ends tryna make me a flip 'cause I gotta get it and it's the way that it is
Barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments, that's the first time I seen—

[Verse 2]
With the samurai, my little bro come like Jack (That's bro)
But on the strip, bro, I'm really jacked
Got white on my skin, but it's Boosie, call me Michael, the way I dance with packs
And J ain't ever had my back, but they ain't got it all up in the spine, it's cracked
Only twenty-two, but I'm feelin' old, bando basin', it gave me a bad back
I was only a ting sleepin' in them sofas and not comin' home until the pack was flat
Been through a lot, but I was born a soldier, saw certain things they wouldn't understand
He was callin' my phone, tellin' me that I fell off, he don't know I'm gonna be the richest man
I'ma prove them wrong, but it's all about timin', so I know that I gotta stick to the plan
So fuck what they say 'cause I don't give two fucks, I was feelin' stuck
But ever since broski left, It's like I don't feel no love and it's been five years, all now man, it's tough
I weren't never born like Drizzy, so I can't stay in my feelin's, bro, I gotta pellet the stuff
And the streets been cruel, man, I had to build my wall to protect myself, bitch, I'm Donald Trump

[Chorus]
I'm with Timmy
Timmy Turner, so when I get rich, I designer my kicks
For now bro, I'm 'round town makin' pounds, I don't know 'bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
Or-or-or I'm in ends tryna make me a flip 'cause I gotta get it and it's the way that it is
Barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments, that's the first time I seen green get a trim
I'm with Timmy
Timmy Turner, so when I get rich, I designer my kicks
For now bro, I'm 'round town makin' pounds, I don't know 'bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
Or-or-or I'm in ends tryna make me a flip 'cause I gotta get it and it's the way that it is
Barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments, that's the first time I seen green get a trim (Pack it down)

[Outro]
In ends tryna make me a flip
In-in-in-in ends tryna make me a flip
In ends try—
Ayy, go back a little bit as well