Yeah let's rock
Aye work work
Flame aye it's Tilly
I'm the coldest ni**a even in the winter time
The hottest in the summertime
Let em know the summers mine
My mind is like a magazine
My vocal cords, an auto 9
Producer like a trigger finger
Lyrics just like Columbine
Xero Gang, that's family 'til the death of me
Teach em how to cook you ni**as up, I got the recipe
Gotta earn your stripes where I'm from, and I'm a referee
If you gotta problem, bullets spot em like a leopard be
If you gotta problem, know they armed and ready
Made a video, it starred your sister mom and auntie
Asked if they could bring a friend, shit the more the merry
I say lets have a slumber party, now they draws confetti
You know they say, what goes up, must come down
Tell em if my dick comes up, then this goes down
I said that shit ten toes down, I stand my ground
Then threw all the kids out the house, girl I ain't playing around
All a ni**a buy is Os like I'm on wheel on fortune
I kill the rap game, they ask me how I feel, remorseless
I lit the torches ni**a, ash on corpses ni**a
Leave his face looking white as my Michael Jordan's ni**a
Aye no let's work
No i ain't done I got
Aye uhh alright check I'm going in
Ripping this beat out the plastic, like ni**a i gotta have it
I'm copping it by the O-Z, my marijuana's jurassic
Cover your child's ears cause my lyrics sometimes are graphic
Any ni**a gotta problem, i'm catching his ass in traffic
Ride with that 9, passenger just like Rajon Rondo
Not a migo, but i takeoff when i hit the bando
Leave em offset, when my drum bang like i play the bongo
11 on Peyton Manning, i long bomb that bronco
Blast em, You know i'm bout that action
These hoes is on my line, and they ask to have interactions
They telling me no rubber, but I know thats a contraption
So I lay em up under me, now they like a caption
All they can do is look up, and tell a ni**a whats sup
I hear you speaking faulty, i'ma tell you shut the fuck up
6 on Julius Erving, so you know i got my chucks up
12 on Jabari Parker, i gotta get my bucks up
Hoes tell me they loving me, reality they love the D
See I live in luxury, thats why they wanna fuck with me
Travel tryna look for T, like Christopher discovered me
Asking me to cuff em please, to go commit adultery
Naa ni**a, momma taught me better than that
Now i got leather on my sleeves like its a letterman jack
They only book my shows at night like David Letterman acts
Im looking fresh, them boys is asking where them peppermints at
Aye where my regiment at? Xero's they posted out back
You come in flexing with that cash, then you gone leave without that
Then you say you gone get revenge, but we really doubt that
You keep on talking, squad have a barrel where your mouth at
You better watch how you working it, 9 to 5 a working shift
Xero's got the rocket power, like a bunch of surfing kids
Call us hosts and waiters, they way that i'm about to serve this shit
Y'all flow is so 2008, y'all ni**as love to jerk and shit
Man, when y'all boys gone catch up with the times?
My boys off them jets, like Geno standing next to Ryan
These 3s under my belt, like i confessed that i'm orion
Trunk got 3 12s, scaring y'all just like the mayans
They giving me they 2 cents, they say that i'ma nuisance
This is song is like a teacher, and the listeners my students
They say i'm all talk, so my flow gotta prove it
Y'all know my time is now, like i'm from Massachusetts
Shouts to John Cena, but Tilly looking cleaner
Double cups and blunts inside the 7 series Beemer
Say you gotta problem, I'm cooling, I call the team up
They ratchets cause more racket than Venus and Serena
It's Tilly
