Cam300, Astro FR, Rarari300 - TIMBS ON Lyrics

Yo
Yuh
They won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down
And on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva, air this bitch out I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
I'm makin' sure I keep my trees on me
No not the weed homie
I'm talkin' Nathan Swartz swag
Now the NYPD
On my ass cuz I was stompin' bitches out with my boots
Like a dentist I'ma have to tell y'all fuckers 'bout my roots
I'm from the boons and I moved out to the blues
I was homeless couple months and I ain't had nothin' to lose
My daddy beat a crackhead down outside the hotel room
Inherit that shit from him
I never leave the house without the fuckin' boots
If a pussy wanna talk then we gon' pull up with the wheats
We gon' put him on TV when we see em' in the streets
Them plus shapes on his face
That tree sign in his brain
They said be careful 'round here but I told em'
Th- They won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out, I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
W-we gon' stomp a nigga out
You gon' hear the Timbs when we walkin' in yo house
We come stompin' in yo house
Thats all that we about
You better tip-toe when you walk into my town
I'ma big bodied nigga
Yeah you know I got some big balls
Shawty fiendin' for the dick
Then you know that she a big hoe
And if that's the case then I'm lucky I don't get hoes
No I'm not a stripper but I might cop me a big pole
I can only smell the cap
'Cause I gotta big nose
W-when you walkin' in my city better tip-toe
If you see me in the street I got my Timbs on
If they ever try to catch me lackin' I'ma tell em'
The- they won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin' on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
Yeah It's jeans with the wheats on
Stomp a nigga out til' his motherfuckin' teeth gone
And sippin' on that henny he gon' need a straw
And when I'm in the lab I don't a pick up calls
Blowin' up my phone, she want the D she havin' withdrawals
Niggas dyin' young I don't got long
Steppin' through the rain, yeah you know I got my Timbs on
Fuckin' up my only pair I don't give a fuck
I gotta get a bag, I gotta run it up
Cause' I done had enough
Nigga talkin' shit then we gon' shut him up
Down bad on my dick I had to run it up
Drop my balls I gotta be a man
He said he bout' to slide, man you know I got a plan
Th- they won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out, I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on

Yo
Yuh
They won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down
And on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva, air this bitch out I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
I'm makin' sure I keep my trees on me
No not the weed homie
I'm talkin' Nathan Swartz swag
Now the NYPD
On my ass cuz I was stompin' bitches out with my boots
Like a dentist I'ma have to tell y'all fuckers 'bout my roots
I'm from the boons and I moved out to the blues
I was homeless couple months and I ain't had nothin' to lose
My daddy beat a crackhead down outside the hotel room
Inherit that shit from him
I never leave the house without the fuckin' boots
If a pussy wanna talk then we gon' pull up with the wheats
We gon' put him on TV when we see em' in the streets
Them plus shapes on his face
That tree sign in his brain
They said be careful 'round here but I told em'
Th- They won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out, I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
W-we gon' stomp a nigga out
You gon' hear the Timbs when we walkin' in yo house
We come stompin' in yo house
Thats all that we about
You better tip-toe when you walk into my town
I'ma big bodied nigga
Yeah you know I got some big balls
Shawty fiendin' for the dick
Then you know that she a big hoe
And if that's the case then I'm lucky I don't get hoes
No I'm not a stripper but I might cop me a big pole
I can only smell the cap
'Cause I gotta big nose
W-when you walkin' in my city better tip-toe
If you see me in the street I got my Timbs on
If they ever try to catch me lackin' I'ma tell em'
The- they won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin' on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on
Yeah It's jeans with the wheats on
Stomp a nigga out til' his motherfuckin' teeth gone
And sippin' on that henny he gon' need a straw
And when I'm in the lab I don't a pick up calls
Blowin' up my phone, she want the D she havin' withdrawals
Niggas dyin' young I don't got long
Steppin' through the rain, yeah you know I got my Timbs on
Fuckin' up my only pair I don't give a fuck
I gotta get a bag, I gotta run it up
Cause' I done had enough
Nigga talkin' shit then we gon' shut him up
Down bad on my dick I had to run it up
Drop my balls I gotta be a man
He said he bout' to slide, man you know I got a plan
Th- they won't ever catch me slackin'
I don't lack when I got Timbs on
Thick bitch she call me daddy
I'ma big boss like rick ross
She got a fat ass like rick ross, step up, get criss-crossed
I ain't scary of nobody
I'ma man and I got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin' down and on they head I put a red dot
I'ma send they ass to Shiva air this bitch out, I don't mess 'round
Ain't no dancin' ain't a disco, makin' sure that I'ma hit y'all
I'm stompin on they head
I'm makin' sure I keep my Timbs on