Yeah, yeah. ♪♪ Damn. Yeah. Timberland, we about to lace up one more time. Ah, yeah, yeah. Hey. Timberland, yeah. We about to lace up one more time. All right. Yeah. Ooh. The M-I to the S-S, they put that on my chest. My car's the way that I flex. And people say I'm dope as ***. They say I'm just a fly. I make them wanna get high. They want a piece of this pie. But I'm just too damn real for them. No way you'll flip my ***. It feels like a good hit. And even if you bite, nigga, you can't get smokin' in the tank. Nigga, what you got to say? ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪
