Timothy

(Gucci)

Heavy in the streets ****

Gucci Mane

DJ Scream

Connecting once again

Scream

(Once upon a time in a)

And this right here's a gift to the streets

(Okay children)

Great Brrritain

(Gucci)

Gucci talk to 'em

Once upon a time in a neighborhood not far away

Was a dude named Timothy, he tried to steal a car a day

Kept a screwdriver close by, he did auto-theft

Got with a lil crew and now he not a doing it by himself

One day Timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks

What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think he rich as fuck

They hit the mall, bought it all Jordans, bellies, pellet jackets

Six slugs in his grill, all the hoes throwing pussy at him

Little did he know that that dough came from Black and Joe

Joe from down on Custer Ave and all he did was slang the snow

So Joe sent Black with straps and goons to catch him at his momma home

Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome

Here's a little story 'bout the boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

Here's a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

Oh shit, Tim mad as fuck, angry as a bitch

He didn't know, he didn't give a thought it'll turn like this

Now he mad, man he really mad and he want revenge

And he vows on his mama life he gon' do 'em in

Now he riding down Custer Ave, Black ain't hard to find

There they go, Black and Joe, and murder's on his mind

So he let loose the fucking gauge, everybody flees

And he catches Black straight in the back, he on his knees (Scream)

Joe buzzin' like a fuckin' Russian, he barely escaped

But his right hand man is bleeding to death in his face

Tim's gone, he back at the spot, holding on his strap

And he know that ain't nothing he can do to bring her back, Gucci (Hood rich)

Here's a little story 'bout the boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

Here's a little story 'bout the boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

Now Big Joe don't give a fuck no more, he can't even love no more

He took 40 G's up out his stack, and said kill Tim and his crew

Now Timothy is laying low, that quarter mill's not here no more

His momma, she not here no more, and Black will never breathe fo sho

He drinking gin and blowing 'dro, he sadder than he ever been

He looks at his whole crew, then thinks to himself we were never friends

He can't run away from this, he don't got nowhere to go

Plus the police looking for 'em, they was watching Black and Joe

Damn, what can he do? This shit is real

'Cause if he make the wrong mistake, then he'll get killed

Jump in the car, him and his boys, he so confused

High speed chase, they crashed it down, just watch it on the news, Gucci

Here's a little story 'bout the boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

Here's a little story 'bout the boy that hit licks

Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks

Zone 6 **** are always hard

Don't talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card

(Put that one in the history books

You know how the fuck we do

Till the next go 'round

Y'all be safe in them streets)