No Time to Waste
I am an animal flip up the switch
I'm bout to turn it to beast mode
I'm bout to go off like leaving your TV screen on
When that bish be in sleep mode
Might fly out to the east coast
Now we coast to coast like Space Ghost
I jump in the wraith like Halo
And tell my driver "to the Pesos!"
How do he snap like that (yeah)
Boy spittin' facts like that (yeah)
I hop in the coupe, I hop in the booth
They ain't know I rap like that (yeah)
I got the sauce like a drive-thru
The streets shakes when I ride through
I leveled up now I'm Raichu
And now these girls playin' Peek-A-Boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bish (huh)
I get the check and I dip (huh)
Shout out the Pringles guy (huh)
Cause we just be stacking the chips (huh)
Yeah, Off-White venom (huh)
Dead faces in my denim (huh)
This girl wet call her Misty (uh)
And they call me Ash Ketchum (huh)
This goodbye not a welcome
Jacking my style your welcome
Hands up I can't help them
Stocking bars I should sell them
I could be rich, bish
Lambo be all on my wishlist
Ooh she bad, ooh she thick, ooh that's your chick.
I don't really care if haters hate
Walk into the bank the teller said I'm looking great
Stackin' up the bread I put more food out on my plate
I'm running to the money I ain't got no time to waste
No time to waste, got no time to waste
Stackin' up the bread I put more food out on my plate
Walk into the bank the teller said I'm looking great
I'm running to the money I ain't got no time to waste
(It's The Raz, Baby)
I'm bout to turn it to beast mode
I'm bout to go off like leaving your TV screen on
When that bish be in sleep mode
Might fly out to the east coast
Now we coast to coast like Space Ghost
I jump in the wraith like Halo
And tell my driver "to the Pesos!"
How do he snap like that (yeah)
Boy spittin' facts like that (yeah)
I hop in the coupe, I hop in the booth
They ain't know I rap like that (yeah)
I got the sauce like a drive-thru
The streets shakes when I ride through
I leveled up now I'm Raichu
And now these girls playin' Peek-A-Boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bish (huh)
I get the check and I dip (huh)
Shout out the Pringles guy (huh)
Cause we just be stacking the chips (huh)
Yeah, Off-White venom (huh)
Dead faces in my denim (huh)
This girl wet call her Misty (uh)
And they call me Ash Ketchum (huh)
This goodbye not a welcome
Jacking my style your welcome
Hands up I can't help them
Stocking bars I should sell them
I could be rich, bish
Lambo be all on my wishlist
Ooh she bad, ooh she thick, ooh that's your chick.
I don't really care if haters hate
Walk into the bank the teller said I'm looking great
Stackin' up the bread I put more food out on my plate
I'm running to the money I ain't got no time to waste
No time to waste, got no time to waste
Stackin' up the bread I put more food out on my plate
Walk into the bank the teller said I'm looking great
I'm running to the money I ain't got no time to waste
(It's The Raz, Baby)
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Neary
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