A.B. - This Song's Title 5 lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Bennett] Me and Timmy Lang, bringin' pain, Can you feel it though? 12s in that ride, make 'em hide, So we steerin' slow Don't say you know me, We just laughin' cause you phony Ya'll b**hes you owe me, Ya'll broads take my ways, 'bout that Tony Let 'em act, let 'em act, only true ones on the map Puttin' Holbrook on our backs, smackin' ya'll with what you lack Recognition be like trophies or like plaques, get to brushin' They want a discussion, trying to lose these crashing repercussions These punchlines are too deep to swim in Them flat curves you pitchin', but we heard you b**hin' Yeah, where we're at they try to be it They copy, on that Moses sh**, they Cntrl-C it [Verse 2: Timmy Lang] The night's young, Got champagne bottles that we sippin' Got playas in the back, burnin' yeah you know they livin' We throwin' shots around, got the bartender tippin' Got this new girl, fine thing, always strippin' And you'll see me at the top of any playlist ABM be throwin' down, brand new tracks and they flawless So we burnin' through the game, so fast: just a few hits To be higher than the storm, so be quiet man, oh sh** Yeah.. I keep 'em scoped out, And I'm heading to the top, You can't see me now It's just a ride and your boy's got shotgun Enjoyin' every second of it 'till this sh** is done And just chill, cause that's my true style So cool feelin' fresher than the fruit aisle In our city this what all the people talkin' bout 631, Timmy Lang, man it's Deuce out [Verse 3: Alex] Deuce to what they talkin', like UNK they walkin' out Yeah they heard we run the game so they balk with doubt Boy I'm sorry, but we ain't takin' bluffs f*ggot, your songs ain't dirty but you still need to straighten up