Timmy B - Lakeside

Black mask and my weapon got me feeling like I'm Zorro
Got her on a string she coming back just like a yoyo
Acting like a thug so call him Rob Deniro
Oh no
Drums get to hitting like it's go go
Aw man
Guess me and the gang just gotta spin again
Yeah yeah
We just upped the score and we not playing fair
I'm making more without her so I had to leave that girl alone
Dealing with real one so she know she better check her tone
Trynna rep the set but that boy gon have to pay some
Jakes they asking question they don't know we never say nothing
Catfishing Niggas yeah them boys try to be me
If they put on my shoes they gon say this shit ain't easy
Counting 50's 100's
Zoned out I'm in money trance
All this money on me
No space in my damn pants
Shawty oh so crazy
Yeah I love to call her loco
Tell me she a foreign
Yeah that girl is not local
Go get and bag is some shit that you will never do
If he say he want the smoke then you know we got to follow suit
Know that' she geeking yeah That girl too problematic
They know I'm So clutch cause I won't fold and I won't panic
No I Won't change on my team like Durant did
He think he a comedian we gonna make that boy stand up
Black mask and my weapon got me feeling like I'm Zorro
Got her on a string she coming back just like a yoyo
Acting like a thug so we call him Rob Deniro
Oh no
Drums get to hitting like it's go go
Aw man
Guess me and the gang just gotta spin again
Yeah yeah
We just upped the score and we not playing fair
Black mask and my weapon got me feeling like I'm Zorro
Got her on a string she coming back like a yoyo
Gah damn
Put holes in chest we leave him stranded like he zero
Can not save that girl Cus I'm not even a hero
To the jakes I'm blind no I really didn't see that
Double cup sipping Is why I'm spinnin like a rotary
Know her shape her anatomy
Still wanna fuck when she mad at me
Versace on me with saint Laurent
Don't hop off that porch you not tough enough
Go get a bag and I flip and stunt
Don't tote no uzi but I do what I want
Mama don't like it when I'm toting guns
Her youngest son
I'm one of one
Plotting on some millys
When I'm chilling with my Billys
You was never round when we was smoking dimes and nickels
You was never round when was smoking with the lights off
Hace fresco my heart cold stone
I can't find mi corazón
I ain't type the say I love you
Ain't the type to kiss or hug you
Gotta put bag above you
Pinky out when sipping i'm boujie
Smoking on paper I don't keep me a loose leaf
She not fucking with me cause I know that' she choosing
And I'm moving low key they be watching my movements
Black mask and my weapon got me feeling like I'm Zorro
Got her on a string she coming back just like a yoyo
Acting like a thug so we call him Rob Deniro
Oh no
Drums get to hitting like it's go go
Aw man
Guess me and the gang just gotta spin again
Yeah yeah
We just upped the score and we not playing fair

Written by:
Timothy Harris

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