Time
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woah woah
(Thank you, Lockage)
I don't got no time for a plug who ain't throwing wock
I don't got no time for a thot that ain't giving top
Nigga talking like he doing shit, that nigga ain't doing nada
Zips of zaza all inside this trunk, watch the way I push this Honda
I'm in the function bagged this bitch finna pass that hoe to my partner
I was on the phone with Prodigy I told my nigga I got him
So many people proud of me, finna buy some Prada shoes
Aunty told me she need some work told her "I'll be there soon"
I hate how these niggas be acting like they something they not
(No, No, No, No)
I don't do no fibbing or faking lil baby I do my own stunts
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
30 told me he finna draw up a play and buy some guns
I ain't doing no song with none of these rappers these niggas my sons
Pop, the seal and pour the wock
The motion do not stop
Percocet like Drizzy nonstop (Nonstop)
This hoe tryna feel my locs
These niggas don't got no opps
Out N.Y fuck with the ocks
Baby Astro all on the aux
Fell in love with counting these knots
Hey, fucked my money up a couple of times yeah I did it a lot
Hey, play came in on a friday fuck it I know it's gonna pop
Hey, hoe singing like she Sade she told me keep going don't stop
Hey, pouring my juice in a wine glass she said I'm poetic no Pac
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, yeah
How many, how many
How many, how many
How many, how many
How many, yeah
Yeah, nigga keep playing with the gang that lil boy get his ass sent to the air
They say "Astro you keep making these hits this shit not fair"
My boo trying to fuck with my hoe I told her "we can share"
Bad bitch trying to fuck in the party, I told her "I don't care"
I just been mixing the Ricky with lenci, I'm finna put on the supreme
I just woke up and I popped me a perc, I really be geeked off them beans
I don't got no time for a plug who ain't throwing wock
I don't got no time for a thot that ain't giving top
Nigga talking like he doing shit, that nigga ain't doing nada
Zips of zaza all inside this trunk, watch the way I push this Honda
Yeah, yeah
Woah woah
(Thank you, Lockage)
I don't got no time for a plug who ain't throwing wock
I don't got no time for a thot that ain't giving top
Nigga talking like he doing shit, that nigga ain't doing nada
Zips of zaza all inside this trunk, watch the way I push this Honda
I'm in the function bagged this bitch finna pass that hoe to my partner
I was on the phone with Prodigy I told my nigga I got him
So many people proud of me, finna buy some Prada shoes
Aunty told me she need some work told her "I'll be there soon"
I hate how these niggas be acting like they something they not
(No, No, No, No)
I don't do no fibbing or faking lil baby I do my own stunts
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
30 told me he finna draw up a play and buy some guns
I ain't doing no song with none of these rappers these niggas my sons
Pop, the seal and pour the wock
The motion do not stop
Percocet like Drizzy nonstop (Nonstop)
This hoe tryna feel my locs
These niggas don't got no opps
Out N.Y fuck with the ocks
Baby Astro all on the aux
Fell in love with counting these knots
Hey, fucked my money up a couple of times yeah I did it a lot
Hey, play came in on a friday fuck it I know it's gonna pop
Hey, hoe singing like she Sade she told me keep going don't stop
Hey, pouring my juice in a wine glass she said I'm poetic no Pac
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, Percocet
Percocet, yeah
How many, how many
How many, how many
How many, how many
How many, yeah
Yeah, nigga keep playing with the gang that lil boy get his ass sent to the air
They say "Astro you keep making these hits this shit not fair"
My boo trying to fuck with my hoe I told her "we can share"
Bad bitch trying to fuck in the party, I told her "I don't care"
I just been mixing the Ricky with lenci, I'm finna put on the supreme
I just woke up and I popped me a perc, I really be geeked off them beans
I don't got no time for a plug who ain't throwing wock
I don't got no time for a thot that ain't giving top
Nigga talking like he doing shit, that nigga ain't doing nada
Zips of zaza all inside this trunk, watch the way I push this Honda
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Writer(s): Rodney Williams
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