Timbo Finna - Club27

Inhale and then exhale
Lose my breath just like a rockstar
Smoking ganja like a Rasta
Blowing smoke out a motherfucking cop cart
I got so much oxy in my shoes id probably turn it into a drug cart
Turning kettles Into tea parties
Turn the jungle to a turf war
Turn the shelter to a smoke up
On my own, I pray I don't fall
Percies numbing my anxiety now
Too much money, prolly buy a house
Burn a bridge
Tuck it on me so I tuck it in
Lock up on em with the fn and let go, let it bang
Roll up a blunt and I burn it to ashes
Stick-up and tag with a mask and a bag
Eyes on the cash, I'm collecting my assets
Shining up bright like a Lantern O' Jack
Baby I'm aging like wine
Better and better by time
Get better by every time you listen, I intertwine

I'm scaling infinity down
27 spinning round like a carousel at a carnival
Like a Ferris wheel how we go around
I'm holding it all down
Weighing up on my back
Leaving the scene a match
Glock up in my lap, it's single without no attachments
The underdogs too immaculate
My frequency is unmatchable
I'm the goat, I'm the master
I'm the last of the millennials
I'm a vibe, you feel me vibrate
You can do anything you want, as long as you put your mind to it
Tuning the vibe so close to perfect you could feel me outer space
Humming like a noise in your chest
Like a butterfly I fly away
Bet I'm staying for the rainy days
And I'm staying here, down for you
And imma hold it down for you
Imma hold the weight up for you
And imma hold it up for you

Bet I still be gripping round all them handles
I'm still cooking with the frying pan
And still be finger writing in the sand
I'm the bee still, I'm the veteran
Levitating like I'm Peter Pan
Still forgetting bout my hourglass
Honestly I'm finna burn my hand
Boiling ice in the fire well
Rest in peace to the legends
Triple X, Juice WRLD, Tupac, Nipsey, Biggie
And all the other ones
Michael Jackson especially
All my homies they dont change to be
All my homies probably whippin B's
Brick of cash
Brick of hash
Brick of snow
Bricky phone, no FaceTime calls
iPhone X, just FaceTime calls
Bricky walls graffitied on
Tesla X, the thinnest one
Tesla X, the thinnest one when I rickshaw
Speaking good into existence
I'm talking in codes woh
My chopper go do re mi fa so la ti to
Prolly shoot you through the peak hole
If I see you through the peak hole, if I peep those
I'll beat those
Don't bang what you can't bleed, you're a bitch dawg
You're a dead man running
You're a dead man walking
You're a dead man stumbling
You're a dead man tumbling
If you get yourself a bag imma make sure that's tumbling
Swear to God I got the compound to the recipe, don't run with it
B I be doing it right
Do it however I please
Do it however I like
Get money what I need
I fit my feelings on ice
I feel my wrist flood on ice
Probably need a ice box for all this ice (ionize)
Man I'm aiming high, aiming for the skies
Man I'm see high, see the man in the skies (in the skies)
Walking on the beat, I can really see the light's
Red lights, led lights in the beam got me feeling insomnia from a lucid dream I'm in
Man I could spit shit forever (I could spit forever)
Hard as I be, I sting with the bees and buzz with the bees
And I swim with the sharks
I'm the hardest of all
I'm the mf dawg
The big homie the Large

Written by:
Nicolai Ukkelberg

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