Testo Timb Boots

Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Wooptie, you don't like me nigga shoot me
Doin’ donuts while wifey screamin’ inside the hooptie
Hop yo pretty ass out this whip, go cop a loosie
Riker’s Island bus the bloods tried to recruit me
Walk down Mermaid Ave they all salute me
You the type to go on tour and wife a groupie
Fuck KFC my two piece absolutely
Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like “Hooooptie!”
Wake up little oozie
Wake up (bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bang!)
No vert though
Leavin’ em’ merked though
Hip hop died Gorilla rose from the dirt though
Niggas out here rappin’ in skirts bro (fuckin ridiculous) I will fuck you up
Out here fuckin bitches with the mushroom cut
When you see me all you hear is “buck, buck, buck, buck!”

Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Fuck all the glamour and glitz
I plan to get rich
I’m from Brooklyn but was never a fan of the Nets
Middle finger up, hand on my dick
You can catch me in Quebec speakin’ French on the Canada strip
You pussy, ya man is a bitch
Shoot sideways, damage my wrist
Keep squeezing til’ the hammer go click
Lettin off outta the van
Miss you, paralyzing ya man, Fuck Ya Lyfe though
You ain’t hear rappin’ this nice in ya life though
I’m lightin’ up the streets like I’m dancing with Michael
Side note: You rappers on the gram sellin’ verses like you workin’ for Geico
I’m from the jungle where we dine off creatures
Tryna see a mill, can’t survive off features
On the road to riches we holla at the bitches
And run around like we K-9's off leashes

Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops, upside of ya head
I said oops, upside of ya head
Shoot till all these rappers dead

Yo deadass B, I’m a deadass G
Timbs and FYL Brand gettin’ deadass flee
You out here sellin’ reggies with them dead ass trees
Runnin’ outta gas in your deadass V
Up to Brownsville on this deadass Newport
Coney Island, Brooklyn I’m so deadass New York
Four years on the run, deadass serious
I ain’t doin’ another sentence, deadass period
Wake up little oozie
Wake up
Wake up little oozie
Wake up
Wake up little oozie
Wake up
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Fuck Yo Lyfe