Timed It

We got the city in tune knew It was coming like I timed it Whatever you call it the breesh the blue’s bitch thats where my mind is Chip on my shoulder I pop shit When its all over gotta be top 10 Feature wit me thats a hot 10 gllttt We want the money the cars the clothes we never had shit Fuck all the hoes they to mixy for me just give me one bad bitch get to that cash quick Cant come to my city wit none of that they gotta tap in Make room for us nigga we locked in Try us somebody getting dropped quick They here a boom they like who got the knocks in She want a check she dont want plane jane she want something to brag in Caught who nigga try play like he dumb he get turned to a pack then Chasing it bitch I be chasing the check got me feeling like pacman Heater tucked under the moncler Please do not die for a jacket Cant go I see the future to clear to get left inna past tense They cap On crip they be going for clout don’t believe all the rap shit Get to uh get the breesh Dont worry bout what niggas say in these streets The check onna leash cause I cant let no nigga take it from me If he try ima make me a movie I aint to hollywood im from the block ima stomp nigga out in my gucci’s Im onna the level Bitch im the youngest charge keep it wit me for the fucking trouble They wanna sign me I want it all nothing less tell em make it double Burry the money and lose the shovel Fuck the haters I know that I gotta couple 50k inside the prada duffle I aint have nothing I aint have shit had to chase a bag Im in first bitch I came a long way from last They see you up its gone make em mad Fuck it She took a pull thought I laced the pack Lil bitch you aint use to no zaza Tell me who got the city my guys