Time 2 Wait
We hop in the back with them K's and them Drac's
And them 40s you know that a nigga gone die
I put this shit on my guys up the fye
Hoes uh' cry in yo' face and they ass still be lying
I dont got time to wait for these bitches
All these hoes be wasting my time
I been on my grind since a little bitty kid
Niggas know that that money always on my mind
They hollering out come get your nigga
Boy his ass done die
You know that i keep me a pistol by my side
I fuck a pack then i get it gone
And if they say you a rat gotta send em' home
This a hundred and two million dollar phone
I been doing this shit on my own no one put me on
All head shots when we hang out the window
I fuck up a check in each city
Im doing this shit on a daily this aint no pretendo
Yeah, Yeah they stay in the house and they playing Nintendo
Dont jump in that field you dont know how that shit go
She say im wrong but i think im right
If i see his ass i up it on site
It dont matter if i catch his ass at the light
It dont matter if its in broad day light
All them niggas be capping them niggas be stun
We just came in all for the hundreds
We just came in all for the money
We catch his ass lacking better not do no running
I pour up the lean and the activis
Im sipping this shit she get after me
I got hoes calling but i dont got times to answer it
If she wanna fuck gotta sell me a pack
I put my bros first and i put that hoe last
Im never gone switch up on them for no cash
All ten toes is what i stand
She like how a young nigga move
She think that a young nigga cool
Young nigga really a fool
Young nigga keep him a tool
Young nigga might shoot you and yo' crew
Young nigga like money moves so what it do
We hop in the back with them K's and them Drac's
And them 40s you know that a nigga gone die
I put this shit on my guys up the fye
Hoes uh' cry in yo' face and they ass still be lying
I dont got time to wait for these bitches
All these hoes be wasting my time
I been on my grind since a little bitty kid
Niggas know that that money always on my mind
They hollering out come get your nigga
Boy his ass done die
You know that i keep me a pistol by my side
I fuck a pack then i get it gone
And if they say you a rat gotta send em' home
This a hundred and two million dollar phone
I been doing this shit on my own no one put me on
And them 40s you know that a nigga gone die
I put this shit on my guys up the fye
Hoes uh' cry in yo' face and they ass still be lying
I dont got time to wait for these bitches
All these hoes be wasting my time
I been on my grind since a little bitty kid
Niggas know that that money always on my mind
They hollering out come get your nigga
Boy his ass done die
You know that i keep me a pistol by my side
I fuck a pack then i get it gone
And if they say you a rat gotta send em' home
This a hundred and two million dollar phone
I been doing this shit on my own no one put me on
All head shots when we hang out the window
I fuck up a check in each city
Im doing this shit on a daily this aint no pretendo
Yeah, Yeah they stay in the house and they playing Nintendo
Dont jump in that field you dont know how that shit go
She say im wrong but i think im right
If i see his ass i up it on site
It dont matter if i catch his ass at the light
It dont matter if its in broad day light
All them niggas be capping them niggas be stun
We just came in all for the hundreds
We just came in all for the money
We catch his ass lacking better not do no running
I pour up the lean and the activis
Im sipping this shit she get after me
I got hoes calling but i dont got times to answer it
If she wanna fuck gotta sell me a pack
I put my bros first and i put that hoe last
Im never gone switch up on them for no cash
All ten toes is what i stand
She like how a young nigga move
She think that a young nigga cool
Young nigga really a fool
Young nigga keep him a tool
Young nigga might shoot you and yo' crew
Young nigga like money moves so what it do
We hop in the back with them K's and them Drac's
And them 40s you know that a nigga gone die
I put this shit on my guys up the fye
Hoes uh' cry in yo' face and they ass still be lying
I dont got time to wait for these bitches
All these hoes be wasting my time
I been on my grind since a little bitty kid
Niggas know that that money always on my mind
They hollering out come get your nigga
Boy his ass done die
You know that i keep me a pistol by my side
I fuck a pack then i get it gone
And if they say you a rat gotta send em' home
This a hundred and two million dollar phone
I been doing this shit on my own no one put me on
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