Dame TIme

Two shots get her going
I'm lit myself
I'm on that level
I cannot lie

I know I ain't supposed drive
But I'm whipping

I'm blowing smoke
Cursing through the residential

You tryna guard me
Blow whistle
You boys foul
Can't stop me get ya issue

I hit my watch like dame
Check the mental

He thought I was sheep
Now he sitting back
Like man what I got into

Baby girl she know a real one
She lookin in our section
She just wants the feeling

This ain't no gimmick
Baby This the real thang

We had bottles with the lights
During COVID ask Mayne

If I really want it
Shoot my shot
Pop the clip in

I get love in the city
Outta town hit different

Pump yo chest
If you want to
I ain't worried about thang

New watches new chains
Catch fire propane

Aye blowing up
Top flo aye we going up

We sitting at the round
Talking business plans
No suit but we business men

She think that that I'm TIP
With all theses rubber bands

I'm the type will make play
Count up and do
The running man

Oh this just money dance
We connect but no
I cannot be ya man

I'm in town for one night
Money in my plans

Running up
A couple bands
Level up
Oh they mad that I leveled up



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Henry
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