tim westwood freestyle
Nigga, I just got a tattoo last night
Swear I'm trynna fuck a bad bitch err'night
I'm going fast I ain't worried 'bout no red lights
I'm driving fast I ain't worried 'bout no red lights
That Maserati got 250 on the fuckin' dash
I put your bitch up in the back and then I fuckin' blast
You know my name they call me Jimmy
Bitch my name Slim
Bit more Slim, Slim Jim bitch I break the rim
Hold Up
Man my motherfuckin' bills don't fold
Money so old swear to god it's growin' mold
Damn
And my niggas outta control
Your bitch outta control
Finna fuck the whole squad damn
My style ain't free and it never will be
Your bitch wanna fuck me cause I'm young and filthy
That chick wanna suck me cause I'm young and silky
You know I spend a hunnid and them fifties keep on comin'
You know my trunk pull up and the trunk is fuckin' bumpin'
You know a young nigga always up to fuckin' somethin'
Goddamn that trunk (tssh), man that shit pop is humpin
Hey everytime I'm in this shit you know I'm gettin' money
Motherfucker fly, number one, never zero
Nigga hatin' on me and I call them hater niggas Ebro
Man, you know I take it to another level
Fly as fuck whatever mane
I'm stuntin' on the fuckin' devil
With no effort
You hatin' on me know better
Motherfucker and I'm shinin' like some fuckin' treasure
Hell, I need a motherfuckin' gold medal
I'm with my brother and we rockin' out like heavy metal
Yeah
Shawty move it real slow
Imma make it rain for you jus' stand on your heel toes
Girl you know my name and you know I'm 'bout to do it for you
If you pop that pussy right I jus' might treat you like you royal
Ugh
I hate these stripper hoes cause they spoilt
I'm so hot you put the water near me it boils
Diamonds on my wrist I swear to god I'm on top
I swear to god this beat don't stop then I won't never stop
Ugh
Middle finger to a hater
Middle finger to a broke nigga
Get some fuckin' paper
God damn I can't believe I made it fuckin' major
Hatin' on me just watch how the fuckin' tables
Turn
Livin' XL all I know is XL
God damn nigga flows always hot as hell
Cash in my pocket yeah you know I make bail
Old money on me yeah them hunnids fuckin' stale
Woo
Who them motherfuckers wanna try
On that first class flight bitch I'm sky high
And I'm in the fuckin' coupe no drive-by
But my windows dark, All my young dogs bark
Nigga wish he could be on Tim Westwood
I know youngens and they in the hood ballin' like Shug
Thuggin' like Shug
Everything good
Everything good
Bitch it's Tim Westwood
Ay shoutout to my niggas down on outer street
Hey, Lame niggas stressin' trynna find a beat
Hey, Lame niggas wish they had the recipe
Hey, Lame niggas wish they had that guap like me
Ugh Free Gucci
Yeah Free Gucci
Ay I'm thuggin' mane shoutout to my nigga Boosie
Got a whole bunch of paper
I ain't talkin' loose leaf
Hit the strip club make them girls do it for me
Huh
Woke up on film
Woke up on the scene
Woke up on the lean
Woke up on the bean
Woke up with the green
Smoke up for my team
Smoke up for my brother
Bitch I'm ballin' like no other
Ballin' every winter get to ballin' every summer
Fuckin' up the spring bitch I got that bling bling bling
Check my middle finger, flick you off with the ruby
Young nigga ballin' lames can't get to me
I swear I hate them lames and I hate freeloaders
Ballin' on these niggas and I'm never fuckin' sober
Killed the fuckin' concert then rocked the after party
Ten bitches on me dozen and they gettin' naughty
And they give me shloppy
And I'm extra cocky
Fur up on my coat I swear I'm livin' lavish
Hundred bills on me, she see the dick she grab it
Yeah you know I'm in the crib livin' cosy
You can catch me on the road
Somewhere between far away from home
At your bitch house ask me what I'm doing man
I'm trynna sleep-over
Slim Jim nah I ain't been no pushover
Money in my pants
Money in my pants
I been saving up man, I wanna buy a new Rover
Shoutout to your bitch cause you know I control her
And she fuck me good man
I swear she think that I'm her owner
Man these niggas ain't got a motherfuckin' chance
Killin' swag somebody please get the ambulance
Man these nigga wish that they could do my fuckin' dance
Man these nigga wish that they could count these fuckin' bands
Blowing O's
Killin' the shows
You know how it goes
A young nigga froze
I suppose
They thinkin' I'm 'bout to stop
I never flop
My nigga look like the guap
You can't top it
You know I am the topic
I'm never floppin'
Your bitch givin' me sloppy
I am a major
I'm so motherfuckin' major
My diamonds major
I'm shinin' just like a laser
Major Lazer
You know a young nigga leanin'
I got these bitches
You already know what they bringin'
They bringin' weed
They bringin' drank for my niggas
They bringin' girls
And all them hoes gon' be freaky
You know the boy
They call the boy Slim Jim
I'm goin' hard, Westwood I'm with my nigga Tim
Stumpin in my fuckin' timbs
Shoulda got a snakeskin brim
Yeah
SremmLife
You know that shit droppin' soon
Bad bitches
But no I am not the groom
I'm never married
I'm fuckin' fly forever
Your bitch clever
She top me off on top level
I'm top flows
You know I'm stayin' froze
I'm killin' shows
Killin' concerts bro
You know the game
Matter fact the name
You know the name
You know the brand is the same
Sremmlife 2 droppin'
Everything poppin'
Man we came from that 662
Man we came from that motherfuckin' 662
And we doin' the most
Cause we got a lot to prove
And if you hatin' on me
You better exit the room
You know we do what we do
We leanin' like we on shrooms
She wanna fuck with me too
She wanna fuck with Lee too
I ain't gon' make these hoes choose
I give 'em all these choices
She wanna fuck me in the back of my new brand new Rolls Royce
I'm frequently running through the currency
I'm frequently running through the baddest beat
I'm out in New York with Zo and them
A nigga hatin' on me man I go at them
I'm goin' at they throat
I'm goin' in they fuckin' coat
I'm goin' in they coat
I hate it for 'em if they spoke
I swear I never choke on the mic
I'm spittin' flames
Swae Lee the fuckin' name
I take after Two/Three
I spit so hard I lost a tooth B
These bad bitches wanna do me
These nigga jackin' flows
They gon' have to fuckin' sue me
I know a lot of niggas wish that this shit here were fake
But it ain't
They trynna replicate but they can't
Man I'm fresh from the bank
Got a whole lot a hundreds
Got a whole lot a bitches
So my line stay blowin'
Man you know what I'm doin'
Man I'm rollin' up po-in'
Sippin' sizzurp like Three 6
And I'm movin'
Slow motion I don't even know what's going on
All I know is I won't keep rollin' and blowin' strong
I'm goin' three hard I can't quit
She lick the tip then she just spit
She swallow it and she won't quit
She wanna fall in love just a bit
I tell her roll over cause daddy home
I pull up in that old school I'm ridin' chrome
I hop out and a nigga fuckin' stoned
I swear I never coulda did it on my own
I got my brother with me
We come from F58
Im talkin' Evergreen
You know where I used to stay
I visit 662
And I'm a fuckin' livin' legend
I got these bad bitches and you got a fuckin' seven
[Verse 9: Slim Jxmmi}​​​​​​​​​
I'm talkin' F58
I'm talkin' Presidents gates
Mamma had that Impala
And she birthed two ballers
Shoutout to my father
Shoutout to my granny
Man you know I'm goin' hard I'm putting on for the family
Swear to god we on the mic just gettin' warmed up
We walked in Lennox and the bad bitches stormed us
Oops, I meant they for us
Check my forehead I got a third eye
Me Swae Jim, no third guy
Bitch I'm ballin' and you know I'm on the fuckin' mic
I like my drink extra spiked
I like my drink with extra ice
I let Swae Lee talk to your hoe
Cause she like light-skinned niggas
And I know her friend on go
Me I'm Slim Jim, I'm a pimp
I just whisper in her ear and tell her meet me in the parking lot you feel me
Yeah
Pull up she greet me
Diamond dancing just like they Meechy
Pull up she need me
I'm in these bitches talkin' sweetly
You know imma killem
You know these niggas I don't feelem
And fuck all these rappers I got more ice than these trappers
Ay man I'm way too fly
Got all these hoes man I'm sleezy
I'm in the studio with Westwood
And shoutout my nigga Meechy
Man we gone
I'm somewhere on Long Beach with some freaks
I'm trynna stay here all weekend
Fuck em like I'm competin'
When I met the girl
She had the swag of a four
I had to put her in LV and gone and upgrade a hoe
You know as soon as I hit the dough I'm bout to spit out the flow
These niggas outta control
You better stop drop and roll
Fuck it bitch I'm 'bout to go and spit these lyrics
Bars for days
And we got the xans
I'm talking bars for days
You wanna see the zoo
Bitch I'm the fuckin' king
And I rock six rings
And my chains on bling
We do this shit with ease
Yeah you might just freeze
You ain't ready for that big stage
Then we ain't on the same page
Bitch we make the crowd rage
You know its offic...
Bitch you know it's official
Man you know it's official
Fuck them niggas talkin' like we ain't real good with that pencil
I come straight up of the dome and spit shit you gone remember
Man I'm only gonna tell you what's the truth nigga
And I'm only gonna snap in the booth nigga
Left the club with two bad bitches they was sisters
Man you know Slim Jim I am that nigga
Oh, Oh
And yeah you is a killer
Okay
They say they want that fuckin' hip-hop shit
She see the LV on me and she gone hit rock quick
She roll her eyes when she see them lame guys
I'm on that first class flight
I'm seeing clear skies
Catch me over seas I'm droppin' Euros, Euros
I ain't ever give a fuck about a Ebro, Ebro
Bitch I'm ballin' and you know I'm a hero, hero
Ay Man Ebro, Ebro
Ebro, Ebro
Fuck you I'm super cold sub zero, zero
Hatin' like the flow ain't lethal, lethal
Hatin' on me you seein' dead people
Man I'm goin' harder than you ever thought
I swear your daughter bought my CD
And I swear that she bought it
If you hatin' on me
Then I suggest
That you go ahead and take your ass all the way to SremmFest
See how we did it how we came up
How we did it from nothing
Came from the scratch I ain't bluffin'
Came from the bottom ain't bluffin'
And you talk about the culture man
Rae Sremm we the culture
And we killin' all these niggas
Man we eatin' like vultures
Nigga
And I don't like to boast
But I do like to pour champagne and propose a toast
And I do like to put LVs all over her toes
And I do like threesomes yeah you might think that it's gross
Okay
When you see this face you know it's a film
You know it's a film
You know we never are dim
You know it's overseas ain't no tellin' where I been
I woke up with foreign cash on me and y'all woke up with Ashley
I didn't wake up because I'm still livin' the fuckin' dream
With the fuckin' team
Bitch you see how I...
Break your back to the fuckin' track
Break your back shawty where you at
Pop that pussy on my fuckin' slacks
You know I'm spittin' heat on the track
She wanna fuck with a rich nigga
She never fuckin' with a bitch nigga
I swear all I make is fuckin' movies
I swear all I slay is fuckin' groupies
I tell her
Break your back for a stack
Bitch
Break your back for a stack
Bitch
I'm leaning side to side
I'm on that Act and I can't relax
Ugh
I'm goin' hard that's a fuckin' fact
Yeah I got LVs on my fabric
Ugh
I only fuck her if that hoe classy
Ugh
I do not like them bitches when they ratchet
I'm a dog
Call me Crash Bandicoot
Hop up out the Coupe and they got the Robo-Roof
Jump up out the Coupe and they got the Robo-Roof
Out in New York you know we jump up off the stoop
Yeah we jump up off the stoop
Yeah we fuck these hoes by the group
And all I been about is the loot
Bitch a nigga goin' hard that's just in my roots
Tell em niggas they can't keep complaining cause we stackin' money
We ain't gonna stop it keep on raining when we in it bitch
You know that we gonna keep it way official in it bitch
You know me I came in here to spend the whole fuckin' grip
You know me I came in here to make these hoes bust a flip
You know me I came in here to spend the whole fuckin' grip
You know you you bust a whole money clip
And then them niggas they ain't even on the list
And then them niggas they ain't even on this shit
Man them niggas they can't even get a grip
I walked into this motherfucker off the shit
I'm on Miami and I'm fuckin' up the strip
885 Where the love at
662 Where the love at
It's your main chick you know I ran into that
Oh I hit the coupe and I be right back
Had to go and fuck it up on the track
Break your back for another stack
I'm in the strip club throwing all the racks
I'm on the block and I'm lookin' like a stack
I'm with my family man, and I saved the hustles
I took your bitch man, I'm feeling like Usher
She say she love me, but I don't love her
You know I do it real pimp I straight bust her
I done killed designer, now I shop at H&M
Bad bitches on me and they wanna get it
Bad bitches on me I just want some trim
Hot bitches on me I just want some trim
And that girl say she love Sremm
And that bitch say she fuck with Sremm
Can I get your best friend baby
Swear to god I'm makin' everything
Yeah baby I just wanna eat that pussy like an alligator
I don't give a damn if I eat it now or later
I fuck her better than her fuckin' vibrator
I fuck her better than her fuckin' vibrator
They pay me so I came back with the fuckin' sauce
They looked at all the fuckin' bags I fuckin' bought
That LV coat what the hell it cost
Uh, one band, uh two bands — boss
Uh one bag boss, two bags boss
I swear I get W's I ain't never lost
I swear I get them W's I ain't never lost
I swear I'm geeked up I need a bigger cross
My dentist told me that I need to fuckin' floss
My dentist told me slow down with that fuckin' floss
I swear I ball so hard I'm damn exhausted
But I keep carryin' these bags to the mall
I'm on a international shopping spree
Gimme that shit bitch that's for me
I'm blowing cash in every fuckin' country
You know these bitches love it and they keep on coming
I'm on a international shopping spree
Enough for me, me, me, me and me
I'm rude, I'm selfish
I got a lot of hoes and I stay breakin' they pelvis
I got a lot of lows so the streets call me Elvis
You know a nigga rockin man, you know a nigga Elvis
Got that bad bitch and I'm the trap Michael Jackson
Swear to god they see me and I love they reaction
Gon' break your back for a stack bitch
Gon' break your back for a stack bitch
When you see the cash hit a backflip
You can't hit the blunt you too much lipstick
She can't smoke with us too much lipstick
You know a young nigga spending all this grip
She can't smoke with us cause she kissed a dick
And I ain't trynna get fuckin' sick
I pull up in the ranger like Shug
I pull up in the range rover just like Shug
Westwood Sremm got the best good
Ask anyone from Mississippi down to Hollywood
Huh
Mississippi down to Hollywood
Shoutout to the ay Mike WiLL tell me what's good
Sremm
I ain't wear cologne nigga smelling like loud
Mamma told me get out there and make your pops proud
I ain't know my pops so I made myself proud
Me and bro out here spinning hundred thou
Ear Drummer Records bitch
Go ahead fuck me I give you pleasure bitch
Hell yeah I do this shit like it's effortless
Need a whole 'nother diss cause I'm spittin' shit
Need a whole 'nother album 'bout to drop it soon
SremmLife coming bitch man get the tunes
SremmLife coming soon they gone bang the tunes
We the hottest motherfuckers up in any room
Man Tim Westwood I swear you need to raise the roof
Tim Westwood I swear we need to raise the roof
I ain't lyin' man I swear you need to raise the roof
Cut the lights off I'm shining like the fuckin' troops
Swae Lee on the 1s or 2 just like the DJ
And she gon' break her back for the track bitch
Gon' break your back for a stack bitch
She won't do a trick if he average
KOD I'm a livin' legend yeah
KOD I'm a livin' legend yeah
Secret Sunday I'm spinnin' extra yeah
How they let us bring all of this cash in here
Why they let us bring all of this swag in here
Get that swag now it's all out in here
Get that swag higher than the atmosphere
And you know this shit sound like every year
Name a nigga better
I just cashed out on a fuckin' ugly sweater
Spent ten bands on a fuckin' ugly sweater
Ballin' wherever
Ballin' forever
I just spent six on a Burberry sweater
But that girl so good that she callin' me her papa
 and she follow me
Got a new number cause your bitch keep calling me
Yeah
Swae Lee got a dozen hoes on his ding-a-ling
I jump out the Rari smellin' like Irish Spring
Everytime you see me bitch you know I'm crispy clean
I step out the Rari talkin' like Doctor King
Preach
You know a nigga preach
I'm in the club bitch ten thousand each
I'm icy like a fool
Too cool for school
Bitch make em drool
Man I think we need to quit
We done ripped it for too long
Ay man I swear these blunts man are too strong
Ay man I swear I need a brand new bong
Need a new bitch I can put my balls on
Man my eyes low
I been smoking fuzzy
This foreign money
Got a nigga out in London
This foreign money man they keep on fuckin' comin'
First time I seen a five hundred dollar bill
God damn man I'm fuckin' trill
Shoutout Texas man you know I'm young and trill
Man I'm fuckin' Ill
You know that SremmLife that shit fuckin' real
Louis V from head to toe you know a nigga dress to kill
Tim Westwood wassup man whats the deal?
Man you know we kill this shit
Man we do it easy
Man you know I'm from the dirty so I'm ridin' greasy
Swear to god I wrote this rap nah nah
Young nigga killed the track hell yah
And I swear I might live forever
When I go I need a statue and it might...
Hold up man
I gotta say it man
I gotta say it man
Offset free and it's a good day
Young nigga made ten that's some good pay
Sremm
Shoutout Mike WiLL cause we bangin' out
A hundred racks on me when I'm hangin' out
Five chains on me when I'm hangin' out
Play that instrumental and we bang it out
I got this ice and now they think I'm slanging now
And I'm Michael Jackson boy I'm singing now
Got these boosie bitches and I'm hangin' round
Tell me what the fuck you wanna hang around
For
Call me Chris Brown Imma take em down