Yeah let′s rock

Aye work work

Flame aye it's Tilly

I′m the coldest nia even in the winter time

The hottest in the summertime

Let em know the summers mine

My mind is like a magazine

My vocal cords, an auto 9

Producer like a trigger finger

Lyrics just like Columbine

Xero Gang, that's family 'til the death of me

Teach em how to cook you nias up, I got the recipe

Gotta earn your stripes where I′m from, and I′m a referee

If you gotta problem, bullets spot em like a leopard be

If you gotta problem, know they armed and ready

Made a video, it starred your sister mom and auntie

Asked if they could bring a friend, shit the more the merry

I say lets have a slumber party, now they draws confetti

You know they say, what goes up, must come down

Tell em if my dick comes up, then this goes down

I said that shit ten toes down, I stand my ground

Then threw all the kids out the house, girl I ain't playing around

All a nia buy is Os like I′m on wheel on fortune

I kill the rap game, they ask me how I feel, remorseless

I lit the torches nia, ash on corpses nia

Leave his face looking white as my Michael Jordan's nia

Aye no let′s work

No i ain't done I got

Aye uhh alright check I′m going in

Ripping this beat out the plastic, like nia i gotta have it

I'm copping it by the O-Z, my marijuana's jurassic

Cover your child′s ears cause my lyrics sometimes are graphic

Any nia gotta problem, i′m catching his ass in traffic

Ride with that 9, passenger just like Rajon Rondo

Not a migo, but i takeoff when i hit the bando

Leave em offset, when my drum bang like i play the bongo

11 on Peyton Manning, i long bomb that bronco

Blast em, You know i'm bout that action

These hoes is on my line, and they ask to have interactions

They telling me no rubber, but I know thats a contraption

So I lay em up under me, now they like a caption

All they can do is look up, and tell a nia whats sup

I hear you speaking faulty, i′ma tell you shut the fuck up

6 on Julius Erving, so you know i got my chucks up

12 on Jabari Parker, i gotta get my bucks up

Hoes tell me they loving me, reality they love the D

See I live in luxury, thats why they wanna fuck with me

Travel tryna look for T, like Christopher discovered me

Asking me to cuff em please, to go commit adultery

Naa nia, momma taught me better than that

Now i got leather on my sleeves like its a letterman jack

They only book my shows at night like David Letterman acts

Im looking fresh, them boys is asking where them peppermints at

Aye where my regiment at? Xero's they posted out back

You come in flexing with that cash, then you gone leave without that

Then you say you gone get revenge, but we really doubt that

You keep on talking, squad have a barrel where your mouth at

You better watch how you working it, 9 to 5 a working shift

Xero′s got the rocket power, like a bunch of surfing kids

Call us hosts and waiters, they way that i'm about to serve this shit

Y′all flow is so 2008, y'all nias love to jerk and shit

Man, when y'all boys gone catch up with the times?

My boys off them jets, like Geno standing next to Ryan

These 3s under my belt, like i confessed that i′m orion

Trunk got 3 12s, scaring y′all just like the mayans

They giving me they 2 cents, they say that i'ma nuisance

This is song is like a teacher, and the listeners my students

They say i′m all talk, so my flow gotta prove it

Y'all know my time is now, like i′m from Massachusetts

Shouts to John Cena, but Tilly looking cleaner

Double cups and blunts inside the 7 series Beemer

Say you gotta problem, I'm cooling, I call the team up

They ratchets cause more racket than Venus and Serena

It′s Tilly