NO TIME
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Ahh
Ohh
(Ooh)
I got no time for a bitch, I
I got money to spend and songs to drop
This shit getting lit, I
I keep climbing the ranks till I get to the top
Ain't no way I don't carry my fa
Do she love me or love me not (Oh-oh)
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with the cops (Fuck 12)
Push start we don't carry the fob
Take the blue pill or take the red (Red)
Yeah yeah
All these boys just want me dead (Want me dead)
I-I-I got bad times with the feds (Bad times)
Prolly why they still haunting my head (Oh yeah)
Prolly why I still got all these racks
Only fuckin spittin heat, yeah I'm spittin real facts
Like the running man, that lil boy he runnin track (Shh)
See a opp and you know he ain't fuckin safe
If-If I run up in your house nigga open up the safe
In a fuckin lamb truck nigga who wanna race
Keep the .44 on my hip and I wave it in your face
Yeah listen to the beat you hear the bell (Inhale)
Smokin on that za, you know that smell
And I caught your body lacking, and that pussy boy he fell
Shot that man 12 times, now he ain't feelin well
But your bitch is suckin dick, yeah that bitch she going to hell (Going to hell)
I got no time for a bitch, I
I got money to spend and songs to drop
This shit getting lit, I
I keep climbing the ranks till I get to the top
Ain't no way I don't carry my fa
Do she love me or love me not (Oh-oh)
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with the cops (Fuck 12)
Push start we don't carry the fob
Take the blue pill or take the red (Red)
Yeah yeah
All these boys just want me dead (Want me dead)
I-I-I got bad times with the feds (Bad times)
Prolly why they still haunting my head (Oh yeah)
Lately I been chilling on my own (Yeah)
DM's on my phone yeah these bitches giving dome (Yeah)
She be getting mad gotta switch up the tone (Yeah yeah)
Bitch you already know that I got guap, run it up
Shawty really wanna give me top
Got no time for you, yeah I been watchin the clock
On your tip toes while your walking through the block
Can you see that I don't really give a fuck
She got trust issues cause her fathers not around
My ears are bout to pop, cause she's way too loud
Imma five foot six short king, where's my crown
If I crouch down, I will never be found
You can hear that crack yeah
When I break her back damn
Sliding in this hellcat and this shit going fast damn
Why would I lie (Why)
We gon go up now (Yessir)
You can't change my mind (No)
I got no time
And you got no life
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Ahh
Ohh
(Ooh)
I got no time for a bitch, I
I got money to spend and songs to drop
This shit getting lit, I
I keep climbing the ranks till I get to the top
Ain't no way I don't carry my fa
Do she love me or love me not (Oh-oh)
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with the cops (Fuck 12)
Push start we don't carry the fob
Take the blue pill or take the red (Red)
Yeah yeah
All these boys just want me dead (Want me dead)
I-I-I got bad times with the feds (Bad times)
Prolly why they still haunting my head (Oh yeah)
Prolly why I still got all these racks
Only fuckin spittin heat, yeah I'm spittin real facts
Like the running man, that lil boy he runnin track (Shh)
See a opp and you know he ain't fuckin safe
If-If I run up in your house nigga open up the safe
In a fuckin lamb truck nigga who wanna race
Keep the .44 on my hip and I wave it in your face
Yeah listen to the beat you hear the bell (Inhale)
Smokin on that za, you know that smell
And I caught your body lacking, and that pussy boy he fell
Shot that man 12 times, now he ain't feelin well
But your bitch is suckin dick, yeah that bitch she going to hell (Going to hell)
I got no time for a bitch, I
I got money to spend and songs to drop
This shit getting lit, I
I keep climbing the ranks till I get to the top
Ain't no way I don't carry my fa
Do she love me or love me not (Oh-oh)
Fuck 12, we don't fuck with the cops (Fuck 12)
Push start we don't carry the fob
Take the blue pill or take the red (Red)
Yeah yeah
All these boys just want me dead (Want me dead)
I-I-I got bad times with the feds (Bad times)
Prolly why they still haunting my head (Oh yeah)
Lately I been chilling on my own (Yeah)
DM's on my phone yeah these bitches giving dome (Yeah)
She be getting mad gotta switch up the tone (Yeah yeah)
Bitch you already know that I got guap, run it up
Shawty really wanna give me top
Got no time for you, yeah I been watchin the clock
On your tip toes while your walking through the block
Can you see that I don't really give a fuck
She got trust issues cause her fathers not around
My ears are bout to pop, cause she's way too loud
Imma five foot six short king, where's my crown
If I crouch down, I will never be found
You can hear that crack yeah
When I break her back damn
Sliding in this hellcat and this shit going fast damn
Why would I lie (Why)
We gon go up now (Yessir)
You can't change my mind (No)
I got no time
And you got no life
Credits
Writer(s): Jaydon Gatehouse
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