Letras
Cut it out, Frost
Cut it out, Frost
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit
Two hands in my bag like I lost the receipt
Stacking safe, stacking safe, put my grind to repeat
No mechanic, but I'm known to keep a wrench or two
I'm out my business, stand on business, that's offending you
If you see a hater, up a roll, let them know
I can lead us on the floor, hit the bank, and get some more
I know I make them sick, they hate my guts with a passion
But I do my little dance like it's 05 and I'm ratchet
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit
Bitch, I be in the bricks for real
Born and raised in the states for real
Got a few of my niggas on speed dial
If it ever gets real, for real
'Cause if you shooting me and miss, like Donald
I'ma bring them trumpets out
You gon' think a marching band came through this bitch
To weigh them, chopper sound
Hold it down
But never hold me back 'cause I got shit to do
Racks that I've been running up
And points that I've been trying to prove
Stick and move, bitch I've been on go
'Cause I got shit to lose
If it ain't about my family or my money
I can't fuck with you
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit
No mechanic, but I swear my niggas rich
Call me Tim, the two-man tailor, 'cause I keep a toolie handy
Bitch, I'm in my bag, and they can't stand it
Laughin' to the banjo like a bandit