Still on Timing (feat. BIG30)

Nigga, see
This why I poured up here really standin' up
This that, this that shit right here
They tell you to stand up rappin' this shit right here

Ay, blrrrd
Back on that time, nigga, pay attention, nigga
Yeah, man
Comin' to a city near you with this shit, man
Where you at? Pop out, nigga (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Blrrrd, blrrrd

Ay, ay, I'm back on that timin'
My third weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'
I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise
Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'
Why I keep double-fi

I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road
I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes
I took two different, same clothes, same pole
I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole

I just burnt up my Infiniti, jumped in my Bentley
Me and Hank alone up in the car, that's double digits
You tryna live what you rappin', I'm rappin' how I'm livin'
I'm just recitin' what the feds told the judge up in my sentencin'

Time to mash your gas
Yeen shot no nigga in three years, burn up yo' shiesty mask
Ain't got no hustle, all my nigga tryna smash for cash
20 extended mags
Limo tint on CPN, skrikers get a tag

Ay, I'm still on that timin'
My first weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'
I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise
Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'
Why I keep double-firin'?

Ay, I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road
I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes
I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole
I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole, on gang

On gang 'nem, nigga, blrrrd
On gang and them, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ay, ay, big blrrrd

Ay, I'm back on the road
We caught him in his favorite outfit and folded his clothes
Don't ask me how much on my neck, it worth 300 'bows
A lot of niggas ain't even slime, but they still wipe they nose
And get treated like ho, ay

My chain white and rose, but this Patek all gold, ay
Put some miles on that Hellcat, no Sprinters at the shows, ay
Project baby, threw a hunnid up at Classic Soulz
Done sobered up, still crack a four, but I ain't gon' pour no mo'

Ain't no more pourin' no Tris, that's a hunnid million, that wrist
Salt-droppin' on Thirtball, coincidentally fucked this bitch
And we 3-7, don't compare Choppa Gang to 3-6
Send shit to Heaven, fully Blackout left him in a ditch

And fuck your gang, don't throw that shit up 'less you drop your wrist
We block shit off when we in traffic, Draco stompin' shit
Got some head from a chocolate bitch, turnt her up on some chocolate shit
Want smoke, we got a lotta it and more shots than a doctor, bitch

Ay, ay, I'm back on that timin'
My third weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'
I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise
Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'
Why I keep double-fi

I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road
I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes
I took two different, same clothes, same pole
I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole