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[hook: lul timm]
slidin’ down the three, throwin’ the hood up
you n+ggas really cappin’, man, you n+ggas never pull up
new ak+47 it got lug nuts
you n+ggas know what happened, should have had that f+ckin’ pistol tucked
new wide body, skkrrt, i can handle her
200 on the dash, i bet 50, i ain’t gon’ crash
new wockhardt, mmh, i love tastin’ her
150 on my head, i’m a rollin’ ’til i’m dead

[verse 1: lul timm]
yeah, 150 on my head, i’m a rollin’ ’til i’m dead
and i’m still in them trenches, n+gga, i ain’t never goin’ out scared
n+ggas know how i play it, better ask the city, how i spray it
if you got money on your head, best believe, i’m goin’ fed
goin’ fed, yeah
wе bring the ‘cat out on a rainy day, a rainy day
we f+cked up forty racks, so it could rain today, it rain today
that ‘wood a famous pack, it takе the pain away
it’s ’bout 4’n’em on this glock, so please don’t play with me
this that jump out, run down on him, ain’t no get back gang
we know nothing ’bout lil homie, we know jump out gang
we not cliquin’ up with 4’n’em, we don’t f+ck with lames
lil “” was seventeen, got hit all in his face
his brother tried to spin, had that n+gga doin’ a mase
they say i wasn’t walk no more, now i’m doin’ the matrix
yeah, you see me doin’ the matrix
when we slide, them n+ggas doin’ real tricks
[hook: lul timm]
slidin’ down the three, throwin’ the hood up
you n+ggas really cappin’, man, you n+ggas never pull up
new ak+47 it got lug nuts
you n+ggas know what happened, should have had that f+ckin’ pistol tucked
new wide body, skkrrt, i can handle her
200 on the dash, i bet 50, i ain’t gon’ crash
new wockhardt, mmh, i love tastin’ her
150 on my head, i’m a rollin’ ’til i’m dead

[verse 2: quando rondo]
my lil n+gga run down name, trackhawk with that banger
all he know is jump out gang
hang with the k!ller, k!ll they boss
i got a bounty on my name, real crip n+gga, ain’t just talkin’, hit the county, get a shank
go on a drill and catch him walkin’, jump out, hit him with that flame
i drop a bag with them blue hundreds, comin’ fresh from out the bank
it’s time to make the score two hundred, they got one down on my gang
on the other phone like i was from where, i had to laugh at bricc baby
all outta skatpack, this for phat phat, r.i.p them brick babies
la n+gga with the same bandana on
california got real “what?”, show them what savannah on
all out the car, this sh+t for pabb, i want that hammer that his bro ‘n’em on
i’m smokin’ za’ inside a phantom, smell like 4 ‘n’em gone
i been tryna chill out with that dissin’ on the internet
get at us, we get you back
switches in the minivan
before the ending, ima get ’em whacked
b+tches bet’ not get attached
snitches, hope they get attacked
i feel like 50, got so many men, that .50 stuffed inside my pants
[hook: lul timm]
slidin’ down the three, throwin’ the hood up
you n+ggas really cappin’, man, you n+ggas never pull up
new ak+47 it got lug nuts
you n+ggas know what happened, should have had that f+ckin’ pistol tucked
new wide body, skkrrt, i can handle her
200 on the dash, i bet 50, i ain’t gon’ crash
new wockhardt, mmh, i love tastin’ her
150 on my head, i’m a rollin’ ’til i’m dead

- lul timm lyrics

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