Timmy Turner lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
Ayy ([?][0:51])
Timmy Turner (Glaow), know I keep a burner (Baow, glaow, baow)
Timmy Turner (Yeah), you know I keep a burner, mhm

[Chorus]
Ayy, thigh pads on me, I ain't play football in a while
Just popped a Perc' 10, I ain't puttin' my hands on no child
I can say I'm proud, I been lettin' this money pile
Lil' shawty said she love me, I give her good di*k, and she smile (Ayy, yuh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Remember scrapin' pennies, now we makin' plenty, b*tch
I love to see my n*ggas eat, it ain't no hatin' in me (It ain't no—, ayy, yuh, yuh)
Wrecked my first car in a month, drove that b*tch like it was a Hemi (Ayy, skrrt, ayy, skrrt, ayy)
I can take a good girl and turn her out like I'm Timmy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I'm in thе booth with a Glock 9, but I ain't from the O
Could've been made ya b*tch minе, but I don't wantcha ho, ayy
And I ain't buy this b*tch to show it, I bought this b*tch to blow it (Ayy, glaow, baow, yeah,yeah)
Yeah, come work for the gang, I heard you unemployed
I told lil' bruh to chill, he spinnin' like a ceiling fan (Ayy, phew, phew, phew)
None of you n*ggas fed me, I'll bite one of you n*ggas' hands (Ayy, err, yeah, yeah) like I'm a zombie (Ayy)
Steppin' in some Burberry (Ooh, ayy), this ain't Abercrombie (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
When sh*t start gettin' real, that n*gga cryin' out to mommy
I ain't gon' lie, for all these racks, I broke my back (Ayy, yeah, I broke my back)
So when these n*gga tryna take it, he gon' get whacked (Ayy, glaow, baow, baow)
My dawgs be trippin', all they know is to attack
Big toolie on me, these n*ggas know I never lack, ayy (I ain't lackin', come on, man)
I just turned a ten-ball, took twenty out, and doubled up (Ayy)
Dumb b*tch keep dislikin' my sh*t 'cause I don't f*ck with her (Ayy, ayy, f*ck that ho)
Bae, don't mind me leanin', it be lean up in my double cup
First, I couldn't stay out of trouble, now I pour my troubles up (Yeah, ayy)
No cap, you n*ggas know we smoke the gas, we don't smoke no bap
And yeah, I rhyme, when it come to beef, just know we don't rap (We don't talk, n*gga)
You n*ggas lie in all y'all songs, y'all don't trap
They don't know when I'm droppin', they just know I'm gon' snap (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, thigh pads on me, I ain't play football in a while
Just popped a Perc' 10, I ain't puttin' my hands on no child
I can say I'm proud, I been lettin' this money pile
Lil' shawty said she love me, I give her good di*k, and she smile (Ayy, yuh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Remember scrapin' pennies, now we makin' plenty, b*tch
I love to see my n*ggas eat, it ain't no hatin' in me (It ain't no—, ayy, yuh, yuh)
Wrecked my first car in a month, drove that b*tch like it was a Hemi (Ayy, skrrt, ayy, skrrt, ayy)
I can take a good girl and turn her out like I'm Timmy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Steppin' in some Burberry, this ain't Abercrombie
I'll bite one of you n*ggas' hands like I'm a zombie, n*gga
I'll bite one of you n*ggas' hands, none of you n*ggas fed me
Hmm, ayy
Gang sh*t, ayy
Pull up on me, ayy, he gon' get his brain split
Yeah, ayy
Ayy, you already know