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timo - ay lyrics

[intro]
ayy, go, go, go, go
can’t go to your hood, you a rat
can’t go to your hood, you a rat
can’t go to your hood, you a rat
go, go, can’t go

[verse]
can’t go to your hood ’cause you know you a rat
f+ck with the opps, turn a rat to a pack
glock automatic, that switch on the back
can’t ride in the front, get in the back
n+gga be broke, i got the rack
n+ggas sneak dissing, can’t hop on my track
bump into a opp, that b+tch running like track
get your ass loafing, you getting your ass packed
timo a rapper, nah, he ain’t like that
i send my shorty, come where you at
i put lil curryio on them, on a test
don’t aim for no leg, knock off a neck
aim for the head, aim for the back
he f+cked up, why y’all doing him like that?
gave her a perc’, she gave me a neck
get rich or die trying, i need my respеct
opps ain’t on sh+t, no need for a vest
they trying book me, i need chеck
you know we strikers, [?] through the back
i keep a shooter, you will get wet
b+tch, you a [?] just like a freshing
boy, you a dyk+, keep doing that lacking
no, i ain’t funny, don’t f+ck with no rappers
she need a grammy, that b+tch keep acting, go, go
you put a stick in your smith
lil’ boy, you will die with that b+tch
n+gga run up on my sh+t, boy, you can have it
just know you gon’ die with that sh+t, ayy
you put a stick in your smith
lil’ boy, you will die with that b+tch
n+gga run up on my sh+t, know you can have it
boy, you gon’ die with that sh+t
can’t do no features, leave me alone
can’t f+ck with no rappers, these n+ggas be clone
run up ten off this phone
you thinking i lying, i can give you a [?]
don’t call me out, lil’ n+gga, i’m next
took off his head, he was wearing a vest
he don’t diss fans, we go hard like [?]
you come through on gang, we check you like chess
you think your b+tch favorite, she blowing my d+ck
i’m in your crib and i got the stick
it’s hot on the block, we still taking risks
watch out for the [?], we don’t f+ck with the [?]
my main be [?], i call her [?]
glock .23, we slide with the slatt
your homie got caught, he got hit in his sh+t
look at his pants, the glock made him p+ss, ayy

- timo lyrics

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