Out of Time

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Can you turn this up

Chase that bag nigga ain't no waiting I gotta get rich
Fuck some food we gone hit the room she gone eat this dick
Catch a opp nigga getting mopped bitch better not slip
It's guaranteed imma run it up nigga ain't no if
Hundred bows just came thru the mail that shit getting bench pressed
These niggas ain't even got ten racks shit nigga if that
Niggas be talking a lot of bullshit get em some tic tacs
This bitch be swallowing all my cum it's niggas that kiss that

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide

Bitch I ain't got time to waste you gone fuck or what
One thing I always dream about hitting armor trucks
Me and gang be running thru hoes like pardon us
Joe Biden be on bullshit I should've voted Trump
It's ironic cause I blew a Sak nigga up in Neimans
It's crazy cause this hoe look like a angel but this bitch a demon
Costa Rica with four bad bitches we at the Four Seasons
Out the country nigga having my way drinking margaritas

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide

Five hundred racks in all dubs that shit look crazy
Every bitch in the world gotta pussy that shit don't faze me
Yeah I seen that bag touchdown more than Tom Brady
In a meeting sipping rum punch wit my Jamaicans
Push to start it don't take no gas this bitch electric
Thousand beans in this whip don't miss this exit
Forty racks in three days yeah I love Texas
Country boys don't know shit that's who I love taxing

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide