No Time / Cindy Lu

Fuck the opposition
Yea, oh oh oh
TDVC

Fuck the opposition, get the profit
Pass it to my dog, I had to lob it
Girl this yo fortnite, get out the hotel lobby
And I would let her taste it
But, these hos tell, prolly
I ain't got no time to hear my bitch mouth
The whip a UFO, she UFC
She get kicked out
Her boyfriend always actin' shy with the Glizzy
We ain't ever gonna tie
I'm suited up, I'm busy

Numero uno, bitch I just landed on Pluto
You talkin' to a goat
I do not want your lil' kudos
I get the bag andele
Can't sit back on my culo
Just got a call from the jeweler
He took that shit out the cooler, uh
I was down bad it was so humiliating
The hos' would be so dry with me
Now they're precipitating
I'm reeling in all of the bank
Like I go fishing daily
The boogers in the bezel
Got my diamonds sniffing nasally
I pull up so, so, super sharp
In that Baraka Rocka
No you do not want no smoke
Boy I can stop a Rasta
I got a issue, need a tissue
I'm the shit you smelling
My niggas put you in a jam
That's a different jelly

Fuck the opposition, get the profit
Pass it to my dog, I had to lob it
Girl this yo fortnite, get out the hotel lobby
And I would let her taste it
But, these hos tell, prolly
I ain't got no time to hear my bitch mouth
The whip a UFO, she UFC
She get kicked out
Her boyfriend always actin' shy with the Glizzy
We ain't ever gonna tie
I'm suited up, I'm busy

Louie shell toes out the cases
I ain't goin' back and forth
I ain't no pacer
Metal to his lip, he gon' embrace it
Bow down to your highness
What yo bitch do
Under no condition, we get critical
Grinch in the wood
Call it Cindy Lu
Runnin' thru the green, now its stuck in my cleats
She get wet to my songs
Got em' stuck on repeat

Hardy har to the bank, but the money ain't funny
Blood suckin' niggas won't get a damn thing from me
She don't call me King no mo'
She say your magesty
I threw my old hos' in the trash
Even tho they glad to see me
You can get a glimpse
Just don't be takin no pics
Drop the top on the coupe
It don't make no got damn sense
Crazy colored diamonds, you a runt to me
You don't want no smoke, you a blunt to me
I ain't passin' up on no pussy
I ain't no rookie
Open up the guts to the wood
Let's take a lookie
Prayin' on my downfall, I wish the same for ya
She gon' gimme face, I ain't good with names

Louie shell toes out the cases
I ain't goin' back and forth
I ain't no pacer
Metal to his lip, he gon' embrace it
Bow down to your highness
What yo bitch do
Under no condition, we get critical
Grinch in the wood
Call it Cindy Lu
Runnin' thru the green, now its stuck in my cleats
She get wet to my songs
Got em' stuck on repeat



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Writer(s): Trevion Chisolm
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