TIMDUNCAN lyrics

[Intro: 83hades and Lazy3x]
Uh-huh, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye (83 in this b*tch)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye (Lazy3x in this whore, yeah)
Yuh, hey, yeah, hah

[Verse 1: Lazy3x]
Pull up with a beam and eat 'em like Pac-Man
These n*ggas be frontin', not gettin' no pack, man
I'm spinning back like a ceilin' fan
Doin' donuts in the foreign, I'm dunkin'
Yeah n*gga I ball, I feel like Tim Duncan
b*tch I'm in the A like 10k dunkin'
He f*ck with a tool, that n*gga McLovin'
I give her the di*k, now shawty she love me
I pull up in a [?], shawty wanna touch it
One [?] at a time like baby don't rush it
Choppa on my back like I'm from Russia
If these n*ggas play, my n*gga they rushin'
That Glock on my hip, it do heavy damage
My n*ggas with the sh*t, my n*gga they spazzin'
I f*ck up her back, I'm givin' her spasms
I'm fly as a plane but I am not landin'
What do you claim? boy that is outlandish
Gucci my waist, uh, swaggin'
Pull up with a K, uh, packin'
These n*ggas they gay, n*ggas be lackin'
These n*ggas they cap, they talkin' the internet
But I really cap, I do not get into that
Bullets to his face, make that n*gga [?]
I run to a bag and goin' out back
[?], I shoot like Durant
If that n*gga talk, get squashed like an ant
That money is funny, Chris like Tucker
Yeah shawty she want me, I pull up and f*ck her
b*tch I got a tool, I'm shootin' like [?]
Lollipop ass n*ggas, these n*ggas they suckas
Cus I'm really lit in this b*tch
I got the Glock with a stick (Okay)
I got the Glock with a di*k (Huh?)
[?] got a di*k? (Ha!)
[Verse 2: 83Hades]
(83)
I got lots of racks up in those Louie bags
Get your ass knocked out if you do me bad
All these b*tches trippin', all these rappers fags
Diamonds yeah they different, different color swag
And she say she want a picture, that b*tch get no price tag
If you need that sh*t, pumpkeN get the f*cking ice pack
I got crack b*tch, all I ever been was f*cking strapped
I'm off coke shawty, riding round, 6 AM in the 'lac
83 [?], now into the function
I'm grabbing my waist cuz you know what I'm tuckin'
Cannon on me, I turn your ship sunken
Rowdy boys, we always get up to something
Legendary 5, like I'm Tim Duncan
I got a glick and I'm posted with pumpkeN
That b*tch get to f*ck with me cause I'm juggin'
Aye b*tch I am dumpin', say f*ck it and up it
If you actin' wrong with my choppa start f*ckin'
I don't get it in bags, little b*tch I get luggages
I ain't finna choke her, instead I just smother it
You hear the- Oh and I'm comin' in
I'm at the show b*tch I'm motherf*cking running' in
I got the Glock in my hand and its actin up
Don't pull my sh*t, but instead I just stack it up
Put a round to his head if he think he attackin' us
Shawty whats happenin'?
We get to crackin' sh*t
Im blastin' it
Pic with yo gun and you caption it
All of these b*tches are average but I'm still tappin' it
He gettin licked on the pavement from my drum
So many thots, I best pick the right one
Clutchin' his fist like we ready to fight son
f*ck it we light 'em up
pus*y, they tighten up
I find the stain and then light em up
Why you get [?] and then cry a bunch
I take yo' b*tch, out, to lunch
Suck up that milk, Captain Crunch
I get the bar and I'm grabbing the pump
Body, an AR, it's all in the trunk
Just like a Xanax this bar got me slumped
RVR3 sh*t man if y'all don't f*ck with me suck my f*cking di*k and die
Ya heard?
b*tch!