Lyrics
Fuck with me, Crypt, ha-ha-ha
Hey guys
Ooh, ayy, ayy, mm, ah
Timothy Green, Green Gang
Kamehameha, kamehameha
EP be coming soon
Gotta take the top, gotta take the top
Filter feed, I'm charged up, you can't get like me
And I got some shit from space, the secret recipe
Stacking Bitcoin everyday, no need to check on me
Filter feed in major key so open sesame
And I brought my bag of tricks from the Milky Way
Filter feeding more than sleep, I might just fade away
I ask my thinking cap so everything is A-OK
I'ma pull up to your galaxy and save the day
Filter feed, filter feed, don't message me
Tryna fight off all these Algons, they be testing me
I got better things to do other than rest or sleep
Filter feed so they won't get the best of me
And it's Tuffy, call your bluffy and I'm colder than your slushy
Yeah, these Algons will be soft
They can't beat me, they too puffy
Yeah, I'm always in my duffy
On the beat, I'm going dummy
Almighty tall lord, it's filter feed or no, it's nothing
Filter feed, mess with me, I knock you out like Creed
Let me filter feed in peace, I need some room to breathe
I'm with my ninja turtles, call me master Chuck-E-Cheese
I'ma lay back, throw my hands up, watch me filter feed
These Algons make me sick
They make me wanna sneeze
Riding top down in my rocket, feel the spacial breeze
Go visit Naruto, next stop at Hidden Leaf
And I'm bending time and space to fight off enemies
Ayy, filter feed, filter feed, don't message me (Don't message me)
Tryna fight off all these Algons, they be testing me (Yeah)
I got better things to do other than rest or sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Filter feed so they won't get the best of me
Ayy, filter feed, filter feed, don't message me
Tryna fight off all these Algons, they be testing me
I got better things to do other than rest or sleep
Filter feed so they won't get the best of me
It's big Tuff, big Timmy, you know the vibe
'Bouta mop this joint up
Out
Hot
Blueface, blueface
Might go funny, can't, oh
Damn, that boy was kinda hard and kinda stupid
I don't know what y'all think about that
Chill, ayo, ayo
What are you doing? Don't fade me out
Don't fade me out
Ayy, bruh, I'm still killing this joint, don't fade me out
Ayo, Timmy, get your mans, bruh, get your mans, bruah
Written by: Timothy Green, Tuffy