Timb Boots - Nems

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Whooptie, you don’t like me?

Nigga, shoot me

Doin' donuts while wifey screamin' inside the hooptie

Hop yo pretty ass out this whip, go cop a loosie

Riker’s Island bus the Bloods tried to recruit me

Walk down Mermaid Ave, they all salute me

You the type to go on tour and wife a groupie

Fuck KFC, my two piece absolutely

Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like «Whooptie!»

Wake up, little uzi

Wake up (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)

No vert, though

Leavin' em' murked, though

Hip-hop died, Gorilla rose from the dirt, though

Niggas out here rappin' in skirts, bro (Fuckin' ridiculous)

I will fuck you up

Out here fuckin' bitches with the mushroom cut

When you see me all you hear is, «Buck, buck, buck, buck», uh

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Fuck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich

I’m from Brooklyn but was never a fan of the Nets

Middle finger up, hand on my dick

You can catch me in Quebec speakin' French on the Canada strip

You pussy, ya man is a bitch

Shoot sideways, damage my wrist

Keep squeezing 'til the hammer go 'click'

Lettin off outta the van

Miss you, paralyzing ya man, Fuck Ya Lyfe, though

You ain’t hear a rapper this nice in ya life, though

I’m lightin' up the streets like I’m dancing with Michael

Side note: You rappers on the 'Gram sellin' verses like you workin' for Geico

(Fifty percent off)

I’m from the jungle where we dine off creatures

Tryna see a mill, can’t survive off features

On the road to riches, we holla at the bitches

And run around like we K-9's off leashes

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Oops upside of ya head

I said oops upside of ya head

Boots to the side of ya dreads

Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Shoot 'til all these rappers dead

(Brrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)

Yo, deadass, B, I’m a deadass G

Timbs and FYL brand gettin' deadass flee

You out here sellin' reggies with them dead ass trees

Runnin' outta gas in your deadass V

Up to Brownsville on this deadass Newport

Coney Island, Brooklyn, I’m so deadass New York

Four years on the run, deadass serious

I ain’t doin' another sentence, deadass period

Wake up little uzi, wake up

Wake up little uzi, wake up

Wake up little uzi, wake up

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

Fuck Yo Lyfe

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Yo, fuckin' Nems, bro

Bro, it’s Michael Anthony, bro

Yo, I need a fuckin' bag, bro

Julio’s not pickin' up the fuckin' phone

I know that’s your man

You know what I’m sayin'?

Like, c’mon, bro

Help me out, dude

Like, I’m fuckin', I’m like, my guts hurt, bro

I got the shakes, bro, come on, man

I need a hot bag, bro

I need some bundles

Hook me up, Nems, come on, man

Don’t, don’t, and don’t call me back and say, «Fuck Ya Life», dude

I need a fuckin' b-, I need bundles, bro

My fuckin' guts hurt, bro, I’m sick, bro

C’mon, dude

The fuck?

Fuck Ya Life