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dm3 - on that timing lyrics

[chorus]

i don’t mess with rats but i’m all about cheddar
i just left her crib, her man got a vendetta
like you see the purple all over my sweater
i’m varsity ballin’, i just missed the letter
some drooling emoji be hung from my necklace
these oppers been throwing up bricks like it’s tetris
if i make a move i expect you respect it
i’m steppin’ on losers cuz i represent it
[verse i]

i just wrote a hit tucked away on my iphone
i spent somе time tryna find out where i gonе
people been waiting on this like a time bomb
don’t worry bout it honey because i’m home
one thing i don’t do is buy all the sneakers
put beams on the draco and spark up the reefer
but still i can make em all turn up the speaker
and dm latinas who look like khalifa
live long and get money, i live by the motto
got sauce on my necklace, i ate at mascato’s
i need me a girl with a truck like mulatto
and back it up on me and leave by tomorrow
this sh+t no cap i got no sense of humor
you don’t wanna meet me then i’ll bring it to ya
i’ll check off the box like i’m glad that i knew ya
an underground underdog, sum like pouya
i used to p+ss in the bed now they p+ssed cuz i’m getting ahead, collecting the bread
what is your problem? it’s sumn i said? nun to do cuz my spirit is dead
fighting these demons while shoppin’ hermes, stay at the top i get top like a fez
i took the rollie and flooded the bez’, then people copy and say what i said
some people call me lildm, i’m up like a tylenol pm, i’m doing my thing
lemme know if you gon see him, cuz you are peon to him and to me i’mma king
i wanna tune up the rims and whip in it fast, and hit 200 on the dash
i’m never gon crash, even if i spaz, i got an automatic driver at the dash
swervin’ in and out of potholes, i don’t smoke i ain’t a pot hoe
but she still bad she a thot hoe, like a birdie baby how i pot holes
check the watch, see the time go, throw the watch so the time fly
drop an album that’s a high 5, once the project hit the outside
you gon really know it’s my time, throw it to me i’m the wide receiver
with the vert i jumped over the bleachers, saw a freshman hanging with a senior
we ain’t really gon speak about it, save the story for a different topic
ask me bout it while we in the tropics, i feel like a demon when i’m on that timing
[chorus]

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