No Time 4 H8rs
Grew up with a mission
Bitch, I had to get it
Grindin hard
Steady stackin' pension
You will never ever
Catch a nigga slippin'
Bitch I'm fully loaded
No banana clip in
I don't care for niggas
That be in they feelings
Rather run to the bank
Stack it to the ceiling
Beat the pussy up
Blow it through the ceilin'
Hella party rockin'
Here to fuck a dealin'
Niggas change into enemies
Switch up a bill
I ain't talkin' no Bellamy
Claim that you real
But that's who you pretend to be
Killin' these niggas
I might catch a felony
Don't got time for no haters
Yxng Viz bout the paper
She wanna fuck
I don't blame her
Bitch, I ball like a Pacer
How you not feelin' this flow
Gimme any beat the Shark gon' go
Catch me in the fuckin' 7-1-4
Jumpin' on the stage and stoppin' the show
I guess Imma be '09 Ye
Goin' samurai, fine slicin' blade
Choppa cut a ninja sideways
Silver surfer, I don't even need waves
Viz said "no hooks"
I was like "fantastic"
Let the beat drop and then startin' spazzin'
Fire breathers, niggas round me dragons
Niggas 'round you laggin'
Pants don't be saggin'
But I'm still attractin'
Them Paula Pattons
Fuck a Bond I'll be the Action Jackson
(Yeah)
Omega Red mixed with red megaman
Hero with the zeroes
Bands or blasters in either hand
I just wanna be the man
Not the sandman
Y'all jus' sleepin' on him
We just tryna get it up
Run a bag then
Bitch, I had to get it
Grindin hard
Steady stackin' pension
You will never ever
Catch a nigga slippin'
Bitch I'm fully loaded
No banana clip in
I don't care for niggas
That be in they feelings
Rather run to the bank
Stack it to the ceiling
Beat the pussy up
Blow it through the ceilin'
Hella party rockin'
Here to fuck a dealin'
Niggas change into enemies
Switch up a bill
I ain't talkin' no Bellamy
Claim that you real
But that's who you pretend to be
Killin' these niggas
I might catch a felony
Don't got time for no haters
Yxng Viz bout the paper
She wanna fuck
I don't blame her
Bitch, I ball like a Pacer
How you not feelin' this flow
Gimme any beat the Shark gon' go
Catch me in the fuckin' 7-1-4
Jumpin' on the stage and stoppin' the show
I guess Imma be '09 Ye
Goin' samurai, fine slicin' blade
Choppa cut a ninja sideways
Silver surfer, I don't even need waves
Viz said "no hooks"
I was like "fantastic"
Let the beat drop and then startin' spazzin'
Fire breathers, niggas round me dragons
Niggas 'round you laggin'
Pants don't be saggin'
But I'm still attractin'
Them Paula Pattons
Fuck a Bond I'll be the Action Jackson
(Yeah)
Omega Red mixed with red megaman
Hero with the zeroes
Bands or blasters in either hand
I just wanna be the man
Not the sandman
Y'all jus' sleepin' on him
We just tryna get it up
Run a bag then
Credits
Writer(s): Mosamoa Tuiteleleapaga
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