Chick-fil-A
Yeah
I don't got time today
(No)
Been lockin myself in the stu I don't got time to waste
If you ain't helping me grow than you just in my way
I need some Chick-fil-A but bitch it's Sunday damn
Why can't y'all open Sunday damn
You ain't heard my music yet give it a chance
(Give it a chance)
Ima keep on droppin' till you understand
You understand
That I
That I was chosen for this
That life aint fun without risks
So fuck it man ima just jump off da cliff
I don't wanna look back and regret what I did
God gave me a talent I'm usin my gift
I thought I told ya'll Big D ready for this
I'm usin a condom ain't havin no kids
You know I got limited time for a bitch
Unless, unless
She my bitch
A bitch that calls me out on my shit
(That's that)
Real shit
(Nigga that's that)
Real shit
Learnin this life shit on the go I don't know nothin
No one gives a fuck just get to hustlin
Get out yo bag
(Get out yo bag)
And get a bag
No lookin back
Im goin fast
(Skrt)
So kiss my ass
Im kinda special sorry I don't like to brag
And if you see me smilin I was prolly on the gas
Cause everybody got some pain, that they gotta mask
I don't got time today
(No)
Been lockin myself in the stu I don't got time to waste
If you ain't helping me grow than you just in my way
I need some Chick-fil-A but bitch it's Sunday damn
Why can't y'all open Sunday damn
You ain't heard my music yet give it a chance
(Give it a chance)
Ima keep on droppin' till you understand
You understand
I don't got time today
(No)
Been lockin myself in the stu I don't got time to waste
If you ain't helping me grow than you just in my way
I need some Chick-fil-A but bitch it's Sunday damn
Why can't y'all open Sunday damn
You ain't heard my music yet give it a chance
(Give it a chance)
Ima keep on droppin' till you understand
You understand
That I
That I was chosen for this
That life aint fun without risks
So fuck it man ima just jump off da cliff
I don't wanna look back and regret what I did
God gave me a talent I'm usin my gift
I thought I told ya'll Big D ready for this
I'm usin a condom ain't havin no kids
You know I got limited time for a bitch
Unless, unless
She my bitch
A bitch that calls me out on my shit
(That's that)
Real shit
(Nigga that's that)
Real shit
Learnin this life shit on the go I don't know nothin
No one gives a fuck just get to hustlin
Get out yo bag
(Get out yo bag)
And get a bag
No lookin back
Im goin fast
(Skrt)
So kiss my ass
Im kinda special sorry I don't like to brag
And if you see me smilin I was prolly on the gas
Cause everybody got some pain, that they gotta mask
I don't got time today
(No)
Been lockin myself in the stu I don't got time to waste
If you ain't helping me grow than you just in my way
I need some Chick-fil-A but bitch it's Sunday damn
Why can't y'all open Sunday damn
You ain't heard my music yet give it a chance
(Give it a chance)
Ima keep on droppin' till you understand
You understand
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Writer(s): Dienye Peterside
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