Nems Timb Boots Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
Whooptie, 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
f*ck KFC, my two piece absolutely
Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like "Whooptie!"
Wake up, little uzi
Wake up (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)
No vert, though
Leavin' em' murked, though
Hip-hop died, Gorilla rose from the dirt, though
Niggas out here rappin' in skirts, bro (f*ckin' ridiculous)
I will f*ck you up
Out here f*ckin' bitches with the mushroom cut
When you see me all you hear is, "Buck, buck, buck, buck", uh

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
f*ck 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 p*ssy, 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, f*ck Ya Lyfe, though
You ain't hear a rapper 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 (Fifty percent off) 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

[Chorus]
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
Shoot 'til all these rappers dead
(Brrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)

[Verse 3]
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

[Outro]
Wake up little uzi, wake up
Wake up little uzi, wake up
Wake up little uzi, wake up
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
f*ck Yo Lyfe

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Yo, f*ckin' Nems, bro
Bro, it's Michael Anthony, bro
Yo, I need a f*ckin' bag, bro
Julio's not pickin' up the f*ckin' phone
I know that's your man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, c'mon, bro
Help me out, dude
Like, I'm f*ckin', I'm like, my guts hurt, bro
I got the shakes, bro, come on, man
I need a hot bag, bro
I need some bundles
Hook me up, Nems, come on, man
Don't, don't, and don't call me back and say, "f*ck Ya Life", dude
I need a f*ckin' b-, I need bundles, bro
My f*ckin' guts hurt, bro, I'm sick, bro
C'mon, dude
The f*ck?
f*ck Ya Life