Dré Dys, Timmy2Checks - PB&J Lyrics

Best of the times in relations to rhymes
It's big partna with the guala getting face from ya dime
Puffin proper while she swallow, then I'm breaking her spine
Send her home to you, I don't intend on making her mines
I don't talk to no pigs & I don't eat no swine
I just kick it & kick flows out south with 9
Five I'm in my prime, jive if you say I'm lying
I'm like Shaq to rap if we talking Shaq in his prime
I paint a pic with the rhymes, Barry Basquiat
Raised by the niggas with attitude & ladi dots
Baduizm, a lil Screw, and what you got?
That young boy Dré, 100% hip hop
& you know it don't stop baby & it won't quit
Mantra on the beat, & ya know that we don't miss
Greatest combination since peanut butter with jam & bread
He make ya work ya neck & I buss ya head
Jon Jones on the microphone , I get paid to kick it
& spit the kinda rhymes that make the rappers wanna mimic
Lazarus lines, immortalized through all my lyrics
Before my time, & beyond gifted with linguistics
The language is my art
The Sipp is my home
The mic is my crown
The stage is my thrown
A.I. I'm repping till they put a hollow through my dome
But never lacking, forever packing a lil piece of the chrome
Bang! At enemies trynna end the D
Prolly cause they lady think I'm handsome, and she into me
She wanna fly with the guy, baby ven aqui
Catch a couple planes with the mane, sip some Hennessy
Maybe it's my energy
Dope like $10 a g
$15 for Zaza, baby calling me papa
She say she wanna vibe & have the time of the life
Got it handled, life is a gamble, come & Roll with the Dys

Best of the times in relations to rhymes
It's big partna with the guala getting face from ya dime
Puffin proper while she swallow, then I'm breaking her spine
Send her home to you, I don't intend on making her mines
I don't talk to no pigs & I don't eat no swine
I just kick it & kick flows out south with 9
Five I'm in my prime, jive if you say I'm lying
I'm like Shaq to rap if we talking Shaq in his prime
I paint a pic with the rhymes, Barry Basquiat
Raised by the niggas with attitude & ladi dots
Baduizm, a lil Screw, and what you got?
That young boy Dré, 100% hip hop
& you know it don't stop baby & it won't quit
Mantra on the beat, & ya know that we don't miss
Greatest combination since peanut butter with jam & bread
He make ya work ya neck & I buss ya head
Jon Jones on the microphone , I get paid to kick it
& spit the kinda rhymes that make the rappers wanna mimic
Lazarus lines, immortalized through all my lyrics
Before my time, & beyond gifted with linguistics
The language is my art
The Sipp is my home
The mic is my crown
The stage is my thrown
A.I. I'm repping till they put a hollow through my dome
But never lacking, forever packing a lil piece of the chrome
Bang! At enemies trynna end the D
Prolly cause they lady think I'm handsome, and she into me
She wanna fly with the guy, baby ven aqui
Catch a couple planes with the mane, sip some Hennessy
Maybe it's my energy
Dope like $10 a g
$15 for Zaza, baby calling me papa
She say she wanna vibe & have the time of the life
Got it handled, life is a gamble, come & Roll with the Dys