Wasted Times
In the crib
Like what the fuck
Just woke up and
Yeah
Aye aye aye
In the crib
Like what the fuck
Just woke up
And it's like 7:30
Bad bitch
To my right
Pretty face
And her body looking curvy
That's another heart I'll break
That's another blame I'll take
Roll one up
Take a hit
Cough it up
Now that vision looking blurry
Take a look
In the mirror
See myself
Like why my hair so curly
I look back
Way back
See the bitch
And she laying down in my hoodie
Grab the keys
To the whip
Skrt off
Cuz I'm always in a hurry
Ex bitch
Call my phone
Want my dick
Like damn bitch why so early
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
I'm on a roll
I take control
These rappers jealous
They trynna steal my flow
Cuz I feel divine
Bad bitch my type
Stole her heart
I'm convicted for a crime
Hate on the kid
Like infancy
Consistently
But I fire back viciously
I walk differently
Like infantry
Never stressed
Stay blessed
Like a trinity
Who the fuck needs friends when you stacking up m's
Now they try to pretend cuz they needing my bread
She buss it down on me that shit is a trend
She reach for my pants she grabbing them gems
I'd rather catch a buzz than catching them feelings
My chains never tucked when I walk in yo section
I keep that shit tucked yeah that Smith & Wesson
Call me maestro I'll teach you a lesson
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
You ain't worth a Birkin
Last shawty still be lurking
And I swerve in the Suburban
Six figures what I'm earning
Your bitch hotter than a pepper
And she fresher than a mint
Ima big boss big stepper
Way I spray them hollow tips
Watch This
Hall of fame inna cemetery
Cuz my flow so legendary
Future so visionary
Listen to me you my secretary
Ice cold like Ben n Jerry's
I talk my shit
I'm so toxic
I wear two chains
Momma I just hit a lick
Kill this beat
Its an assassination
Murder me
In your imagination
Ha I bet y'all fucking with me now huh
Bitch
Like what the fuck
Just woke up and
Yeah
Aye aye aye
In the crib
Like what the fuck
Just woke up
And it's like 7:30
Bad bitch
To my right
Pretty face
And her body looking curvy
That's another heart I'll break
That's another blame I'll take
Roll one up
Take a hit
Cough it up
Now that vision looking blurry
Take a look
In the mirror
See myself
Like why my hair so curly
I look back
Way back
See the bitch
And she laying down in my hoodie
Grab the keys
To the whip
Skrt off
Cuz I'm always in a hurry
Ex bitch
Call my phone
Want my dick
Like damn bitch why so early
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
I'm on a roll
I take control
These rappers jealous
They trynna steal my flow
Cuz I feel divine
Bad bitch my type
Stole her heart
I'm convicted for a crime
Hate on the kid
Like infancy
Consistently
But I fire back viciously
I walk differently
Like infantry
Never stressed
Stay blessed
Like a trinity
Who the fuck needs friends when you stacking up m's
Now they try to pretend cuz they needing my bread
She buss it down on me that shit is a trend
She reach for my pants she grabbing them gems
I'd rather catch a buzz than catching them feelings
My chains never tucked when I walk in yo section
I keep that shit tucked yeah that Smith & Wesson
Call me maestro I'll teach you a lesson
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
This shit feel like wasted times
She say why we wasting time
I said Ion fall in love
I'm too busy getting high
You ain't worth a Birkin
Last shawty still be lurking
And I swerve in the Suburban
Six figures what I'm earning
Your bitch hotter than a pepper
And she fresher than a mint
Ima big boss big stepper
Way I spray them hollow tips
Watch This
Hall of fame inna cemetery
Cuz my flow so legendary
Future so visionary
Listen to me you my secretary
Ice cold like Ben n Jerry's
I talk my shit
I'm so toxic
I wear two chains
Momma I just hit a lick
Kill this beat
Its an assassination
Murder me
In your imagination
Ha I bet y'all fucking with me now huh
Bitch
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Writer(s): Chris Herrera
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