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



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Writer(s): Chris Herrera
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