Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ay , by - Timo. Release date: 27.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ay |
| Ayy, go, go, go, go |
| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat |
| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat |
| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat |
| Go, go, can’t go |
| Can’t go to your hood 'cause you know you a rat |
| Fuck with the opps, turn a rat to a pack |
| Glock automatic, that switch on the back |
| Can’t ride in the front, get in the back |
| Nigga be broke, I got the rack |
| Niggas sneak dissing, can’t hop on my track |
| Bump into a opp, that bitch running like track |
| Get your ass loafing, you getting your ass packed |
| Timo a rapper, nah, he ain’t like that |
| I send my shorty, come where you at |
| I put Lil Curryio on them, on a test |
| Don’t aim for no leg, knock off a neck |
| Aim for the head, aim for the back |
| He fucked up, why y’all doing him like that? |
| Gave her a Perc', she gave me a neck |
| Get rich or die trying, I need my respct |
| Opps ain’t on shit, ain’t no need for a vest |
| They trying book me, I need chck |
| You know we strikers, through the back |
| I keep a shooter, you will get wet |
| Bitch, you a just like a freshing |
| Boy, you a dyke, keep doing that lacking |
| No, I ain’t funny, don’t fuck with no rappers |
| She need a Grammy, that bitch keep acting, go, go |
| You put a stick in your Smith |
| Lil' boy, you will die with that bitch |
| Nigga run up on my shit, boy, you can have it |
| Just know you gon' die with that shit, ayy |
| You put a stick in your Smith |
| Lil' boy, you will die with that bitch |
| Nigga run up on my shit, know you can have it |
| Boy, you gon' die with that shit |
| Can’t do no features, leave me alone |
| Can’t fuck with no rappers, these niggas be clone |
| Run up ten off this phone |
| You thinking I’m lying, I can give you a |
| Don’t call me out, lil' nigga, I’m next |
| Took off his head, he was wearing a vest |
| He don’t diss fans, we go hard like |
| You come through on gang, we check you like chess |
| You think your bitch favorite, she blowing my dick |
| I’m in your crib and I got the stick |
| It’s hot on the block, we still taking risks |
| Watch out for the, we don’t fuck with the |
| My main be, I call her |
| Glock .23, we slide with the slatt |
| Your homie got caught, he got hit in his shit |
| Look at his pants, the Glock made him piss, ayy |