TIMBERLAND by Kid Cole Lyrics
[Intro: Kanye West]
“Everybody wanted to know
What I would do, if I didn’t win
I guess we’ll never know”
What are you doing step bro?
[Verse 1]
Ay, okay, pull up with the tech (Yuh, yuh)
Put a bullet in your neck (Yuh, yuh)
Baby why you talking down (Yuh, yuh)
Better give me my respect (Yuh, yuh)
I got Timberland boots on yo bitch (Yuh, yuh)
Imma stomp him (Yuh, yuh)
Suicide pact, off rip (Yuh, yuh)
I be moshin’ (Yuh, yuh)
Two black eyes on deck like a martian (Yuh, yuh)
I just fell asleep, woke up in my gold coffin (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck Lil Pump, he’s a bitch, imma stomp him (Yuh, yuh, hold up, hold up)
[Interlude]
Okay, yuh yuh
[Verse 2]
Okay like jar in jelly, Machiavelli
Run up in your fucking city
Running on the track, tryna catch me at the rise, yuh
All I have to say, is we riders and we ride
Okay, like bitch, huh
Pull up with the clips, hah
Talking all that shit, huh
I don’t want your rip (Yuh, yuh)
Okay, okay, okay
Pull up to the crib looking extra fly (Yuh, yuh)
Like Kanye West imma testify (Yuh, yuh)
Got bitches on the right and the left, oh my (Yuh, yuh)
Got a ringing in my ear from the bombs I drop (Yuh, yuh)
I don’t give a fuck about you and your drops all flop (Yuh, yuh)
Talking all that fucking shit cuz you’re not enough (Yuh, yuh)
Underground rappers wanna go talk get blocked (Yuh, yuh)
You not stepping on the streets with that Glock you flaunt (Yuh, yuh)
I’m 13, off rip, Foresight you bitch
You be talking all that shit but you don’t got no hits
AHHHHHHHHH
[Segue: Kanye West & Kid Cole]
"I guess we’ll never know"
Yuh, yuh
Everybody hates me, uh
You thought it was over?
You thought it was over?
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not
It’s not, it’s not
SHUT UP
[Verse 3]
(Why?) I said found on the Earth to abyss where I’m found (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Pop up with the clips and then we end him at the sound (Okay, okay, yuh, yuh)
They wanted autotune, I’m making pop (What?)
They wanted trap, now I’m making rock
Say I’m depressed, I am a Glock
Shoot different bullets but I’m still on lock (Yuh, yuh)
[Refrain]
(Okay) Yah, aye, you don’t wanna fade (Yuh, yuh)
Yah, aye, you don’t wanna fade (Yuh, yuh)
[Verse 4]
I said Pikachu I run up and I shock him with my blade
Okay run up when he talking all that shit, like I’m okay
I get flashy when I see em, posted up in the arena
He just got brand new Adidas, so I shot him in his penis
And I’m feeling super rich, charging three hundred for a feature
Like Being, I’m Syringe
“Shoot The Party”, Imma heater aye
Poke ribbons on my balls so I catch em’ then I beat him aye
Bitch do not compare
This is Apples to a penis ay
“Everybody wanted to know
What I would do, if I didn’t win
I guess we’ll never know”
What are you doing step bro?
[Verse 1]
Ay, okay, pull up with the tech (Yuh, yuh)
Put a bullet in your neck (Yuh, yuh)
Baby why you talking down (Yuh, yuh)
Better give me my respect (Yuh, yuh)
I got Timberland boots on yo bitch (Yuh, yuh)
Imma stomp him (Yuh, yuh)
Suicide pact, off rip (Yuh, yuh)
I be moshin’ (Yuh, yuh)
Two black eyes on deck like a martian (Yuh, yuh)
I just fell asleep, woke up in my gold coffin (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck Lil Pump, he’s a bitch, imma stomp him (Yuh, yuh, hold up, hold up)
[Interlude]
Okay, yuh yuh
[Verse 2]
Okay like jar in jelly, Machiavelli
Run up in your fucking city
Running on the track, tryna catch me at the rise, yuh
All I have to say, is we riders and we ride
Okay, like bitch, huh
Pull up with the clips, hah
Talking all that shit, huh
I don’t want your rip (Yuh, yuh)
Okay, okay, okay
Pull up to the crib looking extra fly (Yuh, yuh)
Like Kanye West imma testify (Yuh, yuh)
Got bitches on the right and the left, oh my (Yuh, yuh)
Got a ringing in my ear from the bombs I drop (Yuh, yuh)
I don’t give a fuck about you and your drops all flop (Yuh, yuh)
Talking all that fucking shit cuz you’re not enough (Yuh, yuh)
Underground rappers wanna go talk get blocked (Yuh, yuh)
You not stepping on the streets with that Glock you flaunt (Yuh, yuh)
I’m 13, off rip, Foresight you bitch
You be talking all that shit but you don’t got no hits
AHHHHHHHHH
[Segue: Kanye West & Kid Cole]
"I guess we’ll never know"
Yuh, yuh
Everybody hates me, uh
You thought it was over?
You thought it was over?
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not
It’s not, it’s not
SHUT UP
[Verse 3]
(Why?) I said found on the Earth to abyss where I’m found (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Pop up with the clips and then we end him at the sound (Okay, okay, yuh, yuh)
They wanted autotune, I’m making pop (What?)
They wanted trap, now I’m making rock
Say I’m depressed, I am a Glock
Shoot different bullets but I’m still on lock (Yuh, yuh)
[Refrain]
(Okay) Yah, aye, you don’t wanna fade (Yuh, yuh)
Yah, aye, you don’t wanna fade (Yuh, yuh)
[Verse 4]
I said Pikachu I run up and I shock him with my blade
Okay run up when he talking all that shit, like I’m okay
I get flashy when I see em, posted up in the arena
He just got brand new Adidas, so I shot him in his penis
And I’m feeling super rich, charging three hundred for a feature
Like Being, I’m Syringe
“Shoot The Party”, Imma heater aye
Poke ribbons on my balls so I catch em’ then I beat him aye
Bitch do not compare
This is Apples to a penis ay