Letras de Timothy

Gucci
Heavy in the streets, nigga
Gucci Mane
DJ Scream (yeah)
Connected once again
Scream, Scream (once upon a time in a)
This right here is a gift to the streets (ok, children)
Great Britain (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 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 Jackies
Six slugs in his grill, all the hoes throwin′ pussy at him

Little did he know that that dough came from Black and Joe
Joe from down on Coasta Ave and all he did was slang the snow
So Joe sent Black with scraps 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 a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone-6 niggas 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 niggas 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 lying down Coasta 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 his catch, Black straight in the back, he on his knees

Joe bussin' 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 scrap
And he know that ain't nothing he can do to bring her back, Gucci

Here′s a little story ′bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone-6 niggas 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 niggas are always hard
Don′t talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card, huh

Now big Joe don′t give a fuck no more, he can′t even love no more
He took 40 Gs up out his stack, and set, kill Tim and his crew
Now Timothy 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
Jumped 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 a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone-6 niggas 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 niggas are always hard
Don't talk that trash 'cause we′ll pull your card, huh

Put that one in the history books
You know how the fuck we do?
′Til next go 'round
Y′all be safe in them streets