Lyrics Timberland - Kid Cole

Everybody wanted to know
What I would do, if I didn't win
I guess we'll never know

Okay, pull up with the tech
Put a bullet in your neck
Baby why you talking down
Better give me my respect

I got timberland boots on yo bitch
Imma stomp him
Suicide pact, off rip
I be moshin'
Two black eyes on deck like a martian
I just fell asleep woke up in my gold coffin
Fuck lil pump he's a bitch, imma stomp him

Ok like
Jar in jelly
Machiavelli
RUN UP IN YO FUCKING CITY
Running on the track tryna catch me at the rise, yup
All i have to say, yeah we riders and we ride
Ok like a bitch
Pull up with the clips
Talking all that shit
I don't want your rip
Ok ok; Pull up to the crib looking extra fly
Like Kanye west imma testify
Got bitches on the right and the left, oh my
Got a ringing in my ear from the bombs I drop
I don't give a fuck about you and your drops all flop
Talking all that fucking shit cuz you're not enough
Underground rappers wanna talk get blocked
You stepping on the streets with that glock you flaunt
I'm 13, off rip, foresight you bitch
You be talking all that shit but you don't go no hits ahhhhhh

I guess we'll never know

I said found on the earth to abyss where I'm found
Pop up with the clips and then we end him at the sound
They wanted autotune, I'm making pop
They wanted trap, now I'm making rock
Say I'm depressed, I am a Glock
Shoot different bullets but I'm still on lock

Yah, aye, you don't wanna fade
Yah, aye, you don't wanna fade

I said Pikachu I run up and I shock him with my blade
Okay run up if he talking shit, like I'm okay
I get flashy when I see him, posted up in the arena
He just got brand new Adidas, so I shot him in his penis
And I'm feeling super rich
Charging three hundred for feature
Like Being, I'm Syringe
"Shoot The Party", Imma heater aye

Poke rippers on my balls so I catch em' then I beat him aye
Bitch do not compare
This is Apples to a penis aye