Timmy ft. Gressy Lyrics

Uh

Yeah I might not make it

Yeah I shot him and he might not make it

Oh woah

Yeah I'm sizzling like bacon

Beggars can't be choosers

Put that on bracelets

BK2 up in the front, that's a face lift

Roll and ounce up of this Runtz, then I face it

She let me hit it from the front

Then I changed her mind about the way she been fucking them dudes

I be chillin' with the goddamn crew

I'm like tell me whatchu really wanna do

I gotta chop and it's sneezing achoo

And if I'm talkin shit up on the internet, I at you

And I got lil shorty nutting on the bed like a cashew, woahhh

Send her to another world, nother Gekyume

And the way she suck it up, it's like a vacuum, ouu

If you ain't got weed, I ain't gon match you, ouu

If you ain't got cheese, ain't gon cash you, ouu

If you ain't Drew Brees, I ain't gon pass you, ouu

If you a hoe up on her knees then bitch I'm finna pass you

Like my ex did to me

I be granting wishes just like Timmy

I wish my windows tinted, so they cannot see me

They probably wouldn't, they couldn't if they wanna be me

Uh

Yeah I might not make it

Yeah I shot him and he might not make it

Oh woah

Yeah I'm sizzling like bacon

Beggars can't be choosers

Put that on bracelets

BK2 up in the front, that's a face lift

Roll and ounce up of this Runtz, then I face it

She let me hit it from the front

Then I changed her mind about the way she been fucking them dudes

Yeah, fucking them dudes

I remember when you used to fall thru and fuck me and shnooze, now

You know that, aye

No, no

You know that's not cool

Want you soaking wet like you just jumped in a pool

Wrapping up the tool when we get up to the room

Yah, yah

You only treat me like a king when there ain't nobody round

How I'm feeling weak when I'm putting on these pounds

Yeah I want you making noise when I'm getting back in town

Not just making noise when I'm lifting up yo blouse

Yeah I'm pulling up like, beep beep

Issa real gun, no BB's

Hit 'em wit a punch like Tiki

Need a bad gal like RiRi

Yeh, I was born to roller skate on these beats

Yeah you want the songs, but I been waiting on feats

Ye you did me wrong, now it's blood on me

Know I'll put you on cuz I am willing to teach

Money, money, money, money gimme dat

Need somebody that cooks, like where is Jimmy at

Keep it on the waste, like a fanny pack

Know I Turner on like Timmy, yeah