Partietyme Freestyle by TeamJimmy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jimmy]
Got the Glock on me, got the thots on me
She blow me like coffee while you in poverty
Well connected, well respected
I got buzz like I’m electric, I’m teamjimmy Hendrix
Shoutout my boy Future, I give it to her like a trooper
You getting mad where’s your sense of humor
You’re a shitty user, so I’ll shoot ya
With a rifle, put it on the bible, like miloo
I mean milo, I’m psycho, I make typos
Deal with it
These girls horny like a rhino
I’m so high though my mind’s blown
You can’t fuck with my hoes, or my sprite bro
I spray mice, I’m Ray Rice, you might wanna think twice
Take the dick like advice, or a wood vice
I’m out in Tokyo, taking photos, you in a rowboat
I’m reppin logos, I’ll kick you in the face like a dojo
You getting no promo, your album gonna flop and you’ll
Live like a hobo, like Famo, I’m going solo
Trying to act like romeo around the hoes though
Yeah you should stop that, before I pop that
I’m an artist, you’re a carcus, I’m the smartest
I’m heartless, like Marcus, or a Marxist
Your album flop so you working at Target
You tryna ride a jet without a harness
You’re fucking garbage, I’m better
And I just barely started, I kill you
And you become a martyr
I’m weezy like the first Carter
You talk to me I’ll have to charge ya
I run all 4 quarters, like a farmer
Your ho, she my partner, so fuck you
Got the Glock on me, got the thots on me
She blow me like coffee while you in poverty
Well connected, well respected
I got buzz like I’m electric, I’m teamjimmy Hendrix
Shoutout my boy Future, I give it to her like a trooper
You getting mad where’s your sense of humor
You’re a shitty user, so I’ll shoot ya
With a rifle, put it on the bible, like miloo
I mean milo, I’m psycho, I make typos
Deal with it
These girls horny like a rhino
I’m so high though my mind’s blown
You can’t fuck with my hoes, or my sprite bro
I spray mice, I’m Ray Rice, you might wanna think twice
Take the dick like advice, or a wood vice
I’m out in Tokyo, taking photos, you in a rowboat
I’m reppin logos, I’ll kick you in the face like a dojo
You getting no promo, your album gonna flop and you’ll
Live like a hobo, like Famo, I’m going solo
Trying to act like romeo around the hoes though
Yeah you should stop that, before I pop that
I’m an artist, you’re a carcus, I’m the smartest
I’m heartless, like Marcus, or a Marxist
Your album flop so you working at Target
You tryna ride a jet without a harness
You’re fucking garbage, I’m better
And I just barely started, I kill you
And you become a martyr
I’m weezy like the first Carter
You talk to me I’ll have to charge ya
I run all 4 quarters, like a farmer
Your ho, she my partner, so fuck you