Yeah
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Aye
Uh
Aye
Show me something that you wanna do
Show me what it do with the crew
Show me what's new in the stu
Pack it up and take it to the club
Saying what's up
Everybody turnt in the mug
'Bout to drop bombs like a B-47 right now
See you up in heaven right now
Flew too close to the sun
And my black ass falling back down like a ton
Ahh
Uh, like a ton of what
Ton of bricks banging right now
Irate
Get it altogether like wow
Thinking I'm a Jedi
But I got Timmy Darkside making Sith beats right now
Afro round
Little boy gorilla
Slaying with my DK pound
Finna give life to my town, and when everyone's around
Imma show em how my squad get down
Get down like work
That's my code, that's my ninja way
Better not stay when the clip unloads
'Cause it blows all the foes and my woes away
Bye, bye
And I sway to the left and tilt, hoe
Then I move to the right like real slow
I don't spend dough, I save up
Til the east side kid can spend clutch
Young Master, ought-a call me sir
Petting little kitties
Like purr
Meow
True villain
So Mr. Freeze
Cause I'm so cool
Like BRR
God damn
I'm freaking all the people
With the heat up in a speaker
And a brain that pussy niggas call odd
Damn
Finna call a preacher
Finna call a priest just to teach you I'm a god
Nigga
Work for the pain my brother
Work for the shit we all been through
Shit, I'm working real hard for a mother
Every other day I just been blue
But I ain't gon' fall
That's right
Said I won't fall flat
Leave that shit at home
Boy, I ball
I ball like that
Buckets in my zone
Boy
Yo T
Kill it
This that Timmy Darkside shit, nigga
Kill it
Work
Work
Work
Work
Aye
That cut so smooth
Play them keys
Swing that groove
Fall like leaves in the room
When you hear that dj boom
Timmy D
Young JT
Reckless takers of the crown
Haters running on the track
You know they gonna come around
Quiet rage in my fists
Wild shaking up my cage
Turn the page
We so wise
Got me feeling like a sage
Rap so long that I get so weird
Afraid I've become the things I've feared
Took one peep in the little keyhole of hip-hop
And asking what's in here
Kill it
Kill it
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Yeah
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Aye
Uh
Aye
Show me something that you wanna do
Show me what it do with the crew
Show me what's new in the stu
Pack it up and take it to the club
Saying what's up
Everybody turnt in the mug
'Bout to drop bombs like a B-47 right now
See you up in heaven right now
Flew too close to the sun
And my black ass falling back down like a ton
Ahh
Uh, like a ton of what
Ton of bricks banging right now
Irate
Get it altogether like wow
Thinking I'm a Jedi
But I got Timmy Darkside making Sith beats right now
Afro round
Little boy gorilla
Slaying with my DK pound
Finna give life to my town, and when everyone's around
Imma show em how my squad get down
Get down like work
That's my code, that's my ninja way
Better not stay when the clip unloads
'Cause it blows all the foes and my woes away
Bye, bye
And I sway to the left and tilt, hoe
Then I move to the right like real slow
I don't spend dough, I save up
Til the east side kid can spend clutch
Young Master, ought-a call me sir
Petting little kitties
Like purr
Meow
True villain
So Mr. Freeze
Cause I'm so cool
Like BRR
God damn
I'm freaking all the people
With the heat up in a speaker
And a brain that pussy niggas call odd
Damn
Finna call a preacher
Finna call a priest just to teach you I'm a god
Nigga
Work for the pain my brother
Work for the shit we all been through
Shit, I'm working real hard for a mother
Every other day I just been blue
But I ain't gon' fall
That's right
Said I won't fall flat
Leave that shit at home
Boy, I ball
I ball like that
Buckets in my zone
Boy
Yo T
Kill it
This that Timmy Darkside shit, nigga
Kill it
Work
Work
Work
Work
Aye
That cut so smooth
Play them keys
Swing that groove
Fall like leaves in the room
When you hear that dj boom
Timmy D
Young JT
Reckless takers of the crown
Haters running on the track
You know they gonna come around
Quiet rage in my fists
Wild shaking up my cage
Turn the page
We so wise
Got me feeling like a sage
Rap so long that I get so weird
Afraid I've become the things I've feared
Took one peep in the little keyhole of hip-hop
And asking what's in here
Kill it
Kill it
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Tilt to the beat
Got the radio loud
Aye
Uh
Aye
Show me something that you wanna do
Show me what it do with the crew
Show me what's new in the stu
Pack it up and take it to the club
Saying what's up
Everybody turnt in the mug
'Bout to drop bombs like a B-47 right now
See you up in heaven right now
Flew too close to the sun
And my black ass falling back down like a ton
Ahh
Uh, like a ton of what
Ton of bricks banging right now
Irate
Get it altogether like wow
Thinking I'm a Jedi
But I got Timmy Darkside making Sith beats right now
Afro round
Little boy gorilla
Slaying with my DK pound
Finna give life to my town, and when everyone's around
Imma show em how my squad get down
Get down like work
That's my code, that's my ninja way
Better not stay when the clip unloads
'Cause it blows all the foes and my woes away
Bye, bye
And I sway to the left and tilt, hoe
Then I move to the right like real slow
I don't spend dough, I save up
Til the east side kid can spend clutch
Young Master, ought-a call me sir
Petting little kitties
Like purr
Meow
True villain
So Mr. Freeze
Cause I'm so cool
Like BRR
God damn
I'm freaking all the people
With the heat up in a speaker
And a brain that pussy niggas call odd
Damn
Finna call a preacher
Finna call a priest just to teach you I'm a god
Nigga
Work for the pain my brother
Work for the shit we all been through
Shit, I'm working real hard for a mother
Every other day I just been blue
But I ain't gon' fall
That's right
Said I won't fall flat
Leave that shit at home
Boy, I ball
I ball like that
Buckets in my zone
Boy
Yo T
Kill it
This that Timmy Darkside shit, nigga
Kill it
Work
Work
Work
Work
Aye
That cut so smooth
Play them keys
Swing that groove
Fall like leaves in the room
When you hear that dj boom
Timmy D
Young JT
Reckless takers of the crown
Haters running on the track
You know they gonna come around
Quiet rage in my fists
Wild shaking up my cage
Turn the page
We so wise
Got me feeling like a sage
Rap so long that I get so weird
Afraid I've become the things I've feared
Took one peep in the little keyhole of hip-hop
And asking what's in here
Kill it
Kill it
Writer: Thomas Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid