Haloo! - need ya time / from da south 2 Lyrics

(HALOOO!)
(woah, woah whyy, shes so fine, oh im inticted
Who would of f*cking thought i'd get you out my life
Yeah why?)
Welp, its goodbye (Eternal, haha)
I kicked that hoe right up out the f*cking spot
Theres only dirty mudd inside my cup, I pour it right
I mix it with the sprite
I pray it dont take my life
I talk about money, drugs, the guns, the bops
Ion want yo love I want yo top
Who would've thought i'd make it far
100 Glocks up out this yard
Sending bullets down yo boulevard
My killers be working hard
Play yo cards and do yo part
And thats how you gone make it far
I dont need no f*cking guns bitch I need yo time
But if i need this motherf*cking drum bitch ill get you knocked
Huh, never on time, diamonds glistening right now
Dont talk to me if you not gone try to make a f*ckin dime
Lil 40 gone bust you
Im mad as hell I popped two percs and only made me a hunnid
Got a bad addiction for this syrup you know I love my muddy
Thousands, bands, want more money
I want my heart back, its running
F*ck that bitch, that bitch is from da south
That gas gone get me loud!
I built this shit brick by brick I this is my f*cking sound
Wildin' out, out of town
That bitch left me with a frown
Shoot em out with a button down
What'd I say? " f*ck where the gun is bitch I keep f*cking my gun in bounds, huh "
You know that 556 gone f*cking hunt you down huh
Rolling up wit a bad ass bitch, same bitch she from the south
I flew right out to Miami to smoke this f*cking loud (yea)
She'll leave you with a frown (nah nah)
I promise you that evil bitch gone leave you dead
Dont reply to me dont talk to me if you not gone make no bread
Don't reply to what im on im trynna make this f*cking check, make this f*cking check
Make some f*cking bread
Glocky like beretta
Bitch I got them ChromeHeart Jeans im dripped in straight denim
F*ck whatever lie you selling me you not making it no better
I promise you not special, I promise you not special!, I promise you not-
Welp, its goodbye (Eternal, haha)
I kicked that hoe right up out the f*cking spot
Theres only dirty mudd inside my cup, I pour it right
I mix it with the sprite
I pray it dont take my life
I talk about money, drugs the guns the bops
Ion want yo love I want yo top
Who would've thought i'd make it far
100 Glocks up out this yard
Sending bullets down yo boulevard
My killers be working hard
Play yo cards and do yo part
And thats how you gone make it far
I dont need no f*cking guns bitch I need yo time
But if i need this motherf*cking drum bitch ill get you knocked
Huh, never on time, diamonds glistening right now
Dont talk to me if you not gone try to make a f*ckin dime
Lil 40 gone bust you
Im mad as hell I popped two percs and only made me a hunnid
Got a bad addiction for this syrup you know I love my muddy
Thousands, bands, want more money
I want my heart back, its running
F*ck that bitch, that bitch is from da south