Out of Time
Too easy, you made it way too easy
That shit real good cook I know that she gon' eat it
Late afternoon and morning night and baby that's a three peat
Her pussy water damn, had to watch her with a squeegee
two phones, side hoes get greedy
And she cryin', say she need me I ain't got time, it's too much leaving
I got time to watch my back she text one time, I'm callin' back
You know that shit, imagine that
Used to have the house phone ringing making plays off a jack
My brother gave us all to bows, guess he got it off a pack
Was cookin gas up in tha pot, some niggas thought I was cookin' crack
I know that shit for certain, steady working
Keep your eyes out for the grass because the fuck niggas be serpents
Run out of time, ain't for certain
Run out of time, ain't for sure
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Hold up, I forgot to mention this
I come every time I get a bag, you try to come around and ruin it
Act like you got something to do with this
I had to show up to the door just like a nigga was a stewardess
Ain't got no time for all this bullshit and I never did
Sorry baby, can't make you my main because you got a kid
You mad at me, you calling me a kid
I don't know why you mad because you the one that's running out
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time
It's hella dark babe, let the sun in
Feel like I'm leavin' babe, like see you later girl, just get your run in
Said I dont ever have no fun then have some fun in
And you can't hang around wit ops, you become them
Them niggas switch up on the team, they do it every minute
I told them send me to the league, like I'm Stetson Bennett
When I'm inside I'm like a fiend, I go crazy in it
These niggas late up on they fees like apartment tenants
I like all my bitches mean, with some ass with it
Tryna get put on with the team, bring a bag with it
And I can't be friends with fiends that's just bad business
And on my math test I got D's, I get mad digits
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time
That shit real good cook I know that she gon' eat it
Late afternoon and morning night and baby that's a three peat
Her pussy water damn, had to watch her with a squeegee
two phones, side hoes get greedy
And she cryin', say she need me I ain't got time, it's too much leaving
I got time to watch my back she text one time, I'm callin' back
You know that shit, imagine that
Used to have the house phone ringing making plays off a jack
My brother gave us all to bows, guess he got it off a pack
Was cookin gas up in tha pot, some niggas thought I was cookin' crack
I know that shit for certain, steady working
Keep your eyes out for the grass because the fuck niggas be serpents
Run out of time, ain't for certain
Run out of time, ain't for sure
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Hold up, I forgot to mention this
I come every time I get a bag, you try to come around and ruin it
Act like you got something to do with this
I had to show up to the door just like a nigga was a stewardess
Ain't got no time for all this bullshit and I never did
Sorry baby, can't make you my main because you got a kid
You mad at me, you calling me a kid
I don't know why you mad because you the one that's running out
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time
It's hella dark babe, let the sun in
Feel like I'm leavin' babe, like see you later girl, just get your run in
Said I dont ever have no fun then have some fun in
And you can't hang around wit ops, you become them
Them niggas switch up on the team, they do it every minute
I told them send me to the league, like I'm Stetson Bennett
When I'm inside I'm like a fiend, I go crazy in it
These niggas late up on they fees like apartment tenants
I like all my bitches mean, with some ass with it
Tryna get put on with the team, bring a bag with it
And I can't be friends with fiends that's just bad business
And on my math test I got D's, I get mad digits
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time, out of time
Run out of time
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Writer(s): Terrel Simpson
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