Time Running Out
Sometimes I be feeling like the time running out
Bae I'm at yo window like girl when you coming out
Baby you the only one I see
How the fuck am I gone lose you if you right beside me
Baby girl how you gone hate me you don't even know me
How he got za but he serving the og
With 803 yeah I call him my brodie
I'm with the gang yeah i ride for the bros
Don't tell me something I already know
Can you let me inside cause the world getting cold?
Fasho
I gave some racks to my mama
Bitch stay away with that drama
Rather go count up the commas
Rather designer my waist
Rather just stay out the way
Rather put food on my plate
Thought that I told you don't trap where you stay
Sometimes I be feeling like the time running out
Bae I'm at yo window like girl when you coming out
Baby you the only one I see
How the fuck am I gone lose you if you right beside me
If you right beside me
Baby if you feeling lonely lean on me
Get get it low low for the g
And I got like different color bitches on me
I know not to trust these niggas phony
Euro stepping different hoes like I'm Ginobli
Baby do not think about the fucking old me
Because I elevated now these big racks make a scene
Bae I'm at yo window like girl when you coming out
Baby you the only one I see
How the fuck am I gone lose you if you right beside me
Baby girl how you gone hate me you don't even know me
How he got za but he serving the og
With 803 yeah I call him my brodie
I'm with the gang yeah i ride for the bros
Don't tell me something I already know
Can you let me inside cause the world getting cold?
Fasho
I gave some racks to my mama
Bitch stay away with that drama
Rather go count up the commas
Rather designer my waist
Rather just stay out the way
Rather put food on my plate
Thought that I told you don't trap where you stay
Sometimes I be feeling like the time running out
Bae I'm at yo window like girl when you coming out
Baby you the only one I see
How the fuck am I gone lose you if you right beside me
If you right beside me
Baby if you feeling lonely lean on me
Get get it low low for the g
And I got like different color bitches on me
I know not to trust these niggas phony
Euro stepping different hoes like I'm Ginobli
Baby do not think about the fucking old me
Because I elevated now these big racks make a scene
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Writer(s): Kevin Richardson
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