Timmy Turnt by ZaddyOc Lyrics

Intro:
Aye, y'all know
ZaddyOc – do it for the GanG

Verse:
Swipin’ my card too much – it's ‘bouta burn
These niggas hella odd, got me Timmy Turnt
And they all fake like a bad perm
But that's no distraction
We come with clips, we is ‘bout that action
Split a nigga , talkin’ bout no fraction
He want no beef yuh, he want no traction
Hold up. They act like they don't know me
I upgraded, buffed up, you can call me Roshi
Never miss, when I shoot
Skrr skrr, pull up in a black coupe
You a rookie…..a noobie aye
I do not fuck with yo bitch cause she is a groupie aye
When Zaddy pulls up, everybody looks
Big change and your career is what I took
Big stones on my wrist, leave the world shook
Gettin' money, catch up with the pace
Got two shooters – Mohamed and Lil Brace
Huh? Bitch, never caught a case
Ditched the scene and the ops was too late
Broke boy, always wears the same shorts
I'm a murderer bitch, come meet me in the court
1 on 1, just you and I
Paper chase and now my bank look like Dubai
Fire alarm - Zaddy's too hot
Your girl is a fan, even if you not
You look like an Indian with all those dots
Imma ball out, every court is my spot