IMMA NEED A MINUTE

Gimme a second, nah, fuck it, aye
Gimme a minute, ain't nothing mane
Gimme like three, got a lot to say
Finna show you what I'm bout today
Sniff a lil K with my Chardonnay
Grip a lil K, butterfly the blade
Blick with a beam and new leather, it's cream
On the model no 3, with a hundred k, aye, aye
You know Saliva boy, the boy to shoot em
Yeah, I been balling, I ain't never neutered
You don't got none, you a fucking eunuch
Gimme any drug, I'll fucking move it
Ain't a thang to call my 44
Yeah, that's my shooter for the low-low
Like Pistol Pete behind the backhoe
I dig the grave, I drive the backhoe
Pussy motherfucker won't run it
Talk bout your bread but you beg for a hundred
Aye, aye, never gon cut it
Boy, you a clown, and you know I'm above IT
Aye, aye, whipping a beam
Early 2000, you thinking you mean
Aye, aye, above the mean
Stick to the paper, I'm burning my cheese
Ain't about no fucking action
Ain't packing nada
Y'all be eating what I'm scrapping
Llenar tu panza
Let the chopper get to clapping
Lead with some copper
All around me fucking capping
I ain't bothered

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, what
Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, what
Aye, aye, aye, yeah, what, aye, aye

It's that motherfucking wild
Sally boy up out the south
Spit that fire, spit that bile
While my head up in the clouds
Got my lung full of loud
Got them pounds in a pile
Boutta cop a hundred bars
Mane it really been a while
Boutta pull up, finna slide on em, put they God on it
End up under tires, homie if you lied on it
Boy, ain't no surprise when I cut them ties for it
Keep my circle smaller than your fucking bank account boy
Sleeping through the day, mane
Fuck the noise, I really need some quiet
I don't listen to no music, ride around to ease my mind
Y'all ain't thinking, just some fuck boys, ain't never had no life
Boy, complain bout my success, ain't nothing but a fucking
Baby, baby
Baby ass bitch, what the fuck you really crying for?
Boy, your life shit, you ain't got nothing to die for
Easier than a bitch, I do this shit with my eyes closed
I done got rich, now my wallet need some lipo
You know I'm in the 804
I ain't never leaving, I done copped a crib with a moat
Boy you slow (Boy you slow)
Pussy gave you the code
You gon rob me for my shit
Leave you leaking and broke, whatchu know?
Bout the infinite system that make you think that you living
This shit ain't nothing, can't fix it
So why you screaming and kicking?
Go fuck the asses you kissing, you pussy
Need the permission to speak your mind or your vision, aye

(Finna slide on em, put they God on it)
(End up under tires, homie if you lied on it)
(Boy, ain't no surprise when I cut them ties for it)
(Keep my circle smaller than your fucking bank account boy)