[Intro]
Timmy is an average kid
That no one understands
Mom and Dad and Vicky
Always giving him commands (Bed, twerp!)
Doom and gloom up in his room
Is broken instantly
By his magic little fish who grant his every wish
'Cause in reality, they are his
[Verse 1: SD5]
Please don't say his name, 'cause they say I'm the cause of death
Why they was tellin' Leafy breathe, and he got hit all in his neck?
You know that Neph was DOA, why they was tryna pump his chest?
Ask Twin how the fuck he feel about his brother gettin' stretched
Who next?
I'm tryna wet a nigga tee
Broski tried to opp shop, he callеd and said he stole a V
Rocc was tryna sell a dimе when that nick' knocked him off his feet
I'm like Tom Brady in the field, I'm steady lacin' up my cleats
All I do is call a play, and get you wrapped in white sheets
Why the fuck you shootin' out the whip, like you don't got feet?
Me and bro jump out the wheel, we run down blickin' two deep
We only aimin' for ya head, 'cause you know bullets ain't cheap
We don't use them standard clips, this K is holdin' sixty
Bro just got a new blick, he called and said switch me
You know I ain't on a hit, if they ain't droppin' fifty
Bro said he love that chop stick, but he tryn' bang the switchy
We was switchin' for a vic', we had two switchy's and a chop
Don't have your folks sick lined up, while you in that box
Got your folks lined up, they cryin', and they makin' [?]
You can run but can't hide, trust me, you better ask Kosh
They ain't spinnin' down my end, it's six switchy's in the lot
I call lil' bro, he got the lo', we pull up Johnny on the spot
Bro said he love that baby K, it's like a Drac' without the stock
He ain't tryna work no handguns, he tryna weigh that fuckin' yop
He jump out and bang that bitch, bet you won't even shoot your Glock
Put down that lil' ass gun, and go pick up a fuckin' chop
We just got some new opps, we fishin' for some new drops
Just gotta load a new Glock, don't get put in that weddin' box
Had yo' homie on the news, like when the violence gon' stop?
And I just upped the murder rate, just put a nigga on FOX
Twin in them jails, he gettin' treated
We need him home, that shit a shame
He still ain't get back for his brother, he probably rollin' in his grave
Bro popped out, he got the V
Said bring the mask, I got the shades
Bet you they won't ID us, they post this drill up on the page
I took lil' brodie on a mission, he said he tryna get his rank
Glock 29 wit' 30 missiles, I bet they hit you like a tank
I jump out and bang that bitch, I tap the switch, don't gotta aim
If you fall you gettin' cooked, that's for whoever in the way
Bro get the rock, he tryna shoot, he like that boy from Golden State
We pull up cookin' shit from deep, don't know who Curry and who Klay
Neef was tryna diss the rock, I put his dumb ass on the bench
Neph was woofin' on live, I hit his dumb ass wit' the switch
Rocc was tryn' sell me a dime, I gave his dumb ass more than ten
Nigga you can't stop the rain, when we bend you gettin' drenched
The hotline 1-800-Senders, call, we really send shit
Just dial 1-800-Senders if you need a nigga sent
Bro play the backseat, drop the window, bet he do you like Rick
Let's go, let's go, let's go
[Verse 2: 1hdasender]
These niggas claimin' that they Klappers, they ain't never send no shots
We the ones in the city, walkin' down, and hittin' tops
Neph was trollin' on the gram, next day we got him dropped
Call that nigga Tirehead, we let it rain on the opps
We keep bendin' through the section, but them niggas not outside
Can't bend through 27ev, because they posted wit' the cops
Heard that nigga killed his dawg, now they call him Mike Vick
We the ones in the field, throwin’ bullets and catchin’ picks
Can’t wait ‘til I see Deek and take that lil ass chain
[?] got smacked with the burner, I would've made 'em feel the flame
Outside fishin' for the trolls who tryn' put some shit to sleep
I caught a Vicky out West, I left that nigga in the street
You can run, but you can't hide, it ain't no duckin' from the switches
Bitch it's 1-800-Senders, and you know we really send shit
Call lil' bro he got the lo', and you know we handle business
Nike ski with the shades, give a fuck about a witness
