Timmy B - MR.T (feat. Splitlife Milk)

We getting it done on the a team
Gold chains on bitch I pity a fool
Get a bag get a bag
No friends only family
In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls
Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool
In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls
Moving that work see what that product can do
We getting it done on the a team
One in the head it's on safety
For these niggas acing bakey
Feel like they been plotting lately
Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool
In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls
Moving that work see what that product can do
We getting it done on the a team
One in the head it's on safety
For these niggas acting bakey
Feel like they been plotting lately
I might pop out in some off white Jordan's
Same color as charlotte hornets
These Niggas be straight informants
Get a F for they street performance
I'm chef with my wrist I'm a gourmet
Be same with the beat when I'm on it
Any nigga that think we not it
Come and pull up and show we not on it
Get a f for your street performance
If he telling that shit is enormous
Better know where the weight round the corner
You know what's best you will stay from that corner
They be out on your ass in morning
If they see you you know that they doing it
Ain't no missing this shit come from foreigners
Keep the bippy you know they stay on us Keep the bippy you know they stay on us
Getting busy you try run up us
Play the fifty you gone be goner
Niggas iffy they never been honest
Died from karma was catching up on him
Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool
In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls
Moving that work see what that product can do
We getting it done on the a team
One in the head it's on safety
For these niggas acting bakey
Feel like they been plotting lately
Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool
In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls
Moving that work see what that product can do
We getting it done on the a team
One in the head it's on safety
For these niggas acting bakey
Feel like they been plotting lately
My doves in this bitch so don't flex a muscle
Make a stain in this bitch I'm too fresh to tussle
I can tell that they hate by the look on they face
My niggas stay quiet we beating our case
How you trap for five years and you on the same corner
You playing with me your bro spilling coronas
Ain't have to pull up inna vettes to get the hood respect
I go get a bag I can teach you bout checks
I remember when local girls were my only fans
You ain't having no motion with no proper plan
That boy is rat take him to Disney land
I don't got no opps so I'm smoking on za
Them boys getting scared when we hop out the car
I bought me a scope so I could aim from afar
When she buy that blue hair that shit pissing me off
Imma fuck from the back and I'm snatching it off
What you spent on your bitch I spent more on my chain
Turn my back when she fall cause I don't want to catch her
Put money on his head so he don't see a stretcher
Niggas trynna be my friend where the fuck is my brother
Got a ghetto ass bitch and boujie ass bitch
Big two-seven really step on shit yeah
Now my bitches all call me mr.t
Mr.t yeah yeah
Now I'm hopping back road now they missing me
Now they missing me yeah
Now my bitches all call me call me mr.t
They call me mr t yeah
I'm hopping back road now they missing me
Yeah now they missing me

Written by:
Stephon Stillet, Timothy Harris

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