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Yeah, there ain't no time left, cause I ain't even had my time yet
Bro got a attitude, he mad over a bitch and I ain't even break her spine yet
We'll make you lose your career before it even started, you ain't even had your shine yet
I'm taking over, I'm slowly breaking this shit down, the game ain't even mine yet
I'm zoomin past you, I ain't even out of sight yet
You ain't no rapper, ain't pick up a mic yet
Money over hoes or whatever that dyke said
These niggas so focused on left that y'all ain't hit right yet
I'm blowed, I'm higher than kite yeah
Hundred round drum its gon' knock down that bike
Damn, I really give a f*ck,
Sike!
I don't give a f*ck what you want, so I'll do what I like
Put a bullet through your head its ending your life
Keep talking like that, we gon' widow your wife
You biting my style, it don't even sound right
I'ma go to the store and just grab me a Sprite
Nah, cause I don't really f*ck with soda
223's gon' make you wish your life was over
I'll kill all the witnesses, bitch, I don't care about jehovah
Hit your engine and blow out the motor
Yo, ice not blinging, I think mine's just colder
G-5-2-3, look like he's smoldered
And Bitch, f*ck that president, f*ck all the voters
I am not passive, I'm a gun toter
Quiet that volume before it get lowered
You think that you tougher just cause you older?
These bullets coming at you bigger than Boulders
I'm paid, bitch, look at my checkstub
Her ass ain't fat, so I look from the chest up
She all on my dick cause she think that I'm next up
Who the f*ck are you thinking that you was gon' check us
These bullets gon' send him hospital, no checkup
Got all these chains, can't even hold my neck up
No bands, no money, boy, you need to flex up
Yo, bitch is a groupie, look at how she text us
You broke as f*ck, look how you acting
He ran up and changed into past tense
And now you're reflecting his actions
Make sure when you runnin your shoes got some traction
Otherwise, when you run up, get subtracted
Ain't plussing you niggas, you thought we was adding?
Niggas be broke, but y'all claiming y'all having (motion)
Counting this money, fingers dry, I think I need lotion
That nigga mixed purple with clear, made a potion
So I sat down and did it, I broke all the notions
I'm breaking the physics up, im up in here floating
But I aint yachty, I took her to Poland
Bitch, shut up and quit all that nag, quit all that nagging
So heavy, I'm in this bitch sag, this bitch sagging
Whole squad lame, y'all hang with them faggots
Ain't going nowhere, I can't bring my ratchet
And when I say ratchet, know I ain't talking about no girl
I'm in this bitch too fly, I'm moving thurl
Baby, you a hoe, you ain't getting no pearls
She eating my nuts, you would think she a squirrel
She my lil' eater, but she yo whole word
Drac clip, candy cane, look how it curl
Walked up on that nigga, said, give me your girl
Like, nigga, give me your bitch
If I was to take her, you was gon' be sick
Ain't blowing bubblegum, she blowing dick
Nigga, unball your fist, cause you ain't on shit
Cause we all know that you a bitch
I stay with my tooly like Lilo and Stitch
My mama done told me that I'ma be rich
And I'ma make sure that that shit gon' be quick
This white hoe just called me a prick
You show me a band, can you show me a brick
My fault, I forgot you broke as shit
Hop on the P.J., I'm about to get licked
Bad lil' skinny bitch, she just a stick
A.R.P. Morty, I guess that I'm rick
I want your friend, baby, that is not this
F*ck, I meant this, it's not that
I up this big Draco and split him in half
We gon' drench that lil' nigga like we gave a bath
Two bad bitches and you do the math
One plus one equals two, getting smashed
I tried sliding the curb, but I crashed
The car was in flames, that bitch turned into ash
The way I shoot bullets, I feel like I'm Nash
Spin on this block and we aim at the gas (tank)
We do these lil' niggas like babies get spanked
You ducking your head cause you ain't got no rank
The gun that I'm shooting, it could flip a tank
And now I'ma laugh my lil' ass to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
juu - No Time Lyrics
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Yeah, there ain't no time left, cause I ain't even had my time yet
Bro got a attitude, he mad over a bitch and I ain't even break her spine yet
We'll make you lose your career before it even started, you ain't even had your shine yet
I'm taking over, I'm slowly breaking this shit down, the game ain't even mine yet
I'm zoomin past you, I ain't even out of sight yet
You ain't no rapper, ain't pick up a mic yet
Money over hoes or whatever that dyke said
These niggas so focused on left that y'all ain't hit right yet
I'm blowed, I'm higher than kite yeah
Hundred round drum its gon' knock down that bike
Damn, I really give a f*ck,
Sike!
I don't give a f*ck what you want, so I'll do what I like
Put a bullet through your head its ending your life
Keep talking like that, we gon' widow your wife
You biting my style, it don't even sound right
I'ma go to the store and just grab me a Sprite
Nah, cause I don't really f*ck with soda
223's gon' make you wish your life was over
I'll kill all the witnesses, bitch, I don't care about jehovah
Hit your engine and blow out the motor
Yo, ice not blinging, I think mine's just colder
G-5-2-3, look like he's smoldered
And Bitch, f*ck that president, f*ck all the voters
I am not passive, I'm a gun toter
Quiet that volume before it get lowered
You think that you tougher just cause you older?
These bullets coming at you bigger than Boulders
I'm paid, bitch, look at my checkstub
Her ass ain't fat, so I look from the chest up
She all on my dick cause she think that I'm next up
Who the f*ck are you thinking that you was gon' check us
These bullets gon' send him hospital, no checkup
Got all these chains, can't even hold my neck up
No bands, no money, boy, you need to flex up
Yo, bitch is a groupie, look at how she text us
You broke as f*ck, look how you acting
He ran up and changed into past tense
And now you're reflecting his actions
Make sure when you runnin your shoes got some traction
Otherwise, when you run up, get subtracted
Ain't plussing you niggas, you thought we was adding?
Niggas be broke, but y'all claiming y'all having (motion)
Counting this money, fingers dry, I think I need lotion
That nigga mixed purple with clear, made a potion
So I sat down and did it, I broke all the notions
I'm breaking the physics up, im up in here floating
But I aint yachty, I took her to Poland
Bitch, shut up and quit all that nag, quit all that nagging
So heavy, I'm in this bitch sag, this bitch sagging
Whole squad lame, y'all hang with them faggots
Ain't going nowhere, I can't bring my ratchet
And when I say ratchet, know I ain't talking about no girl
I'm in this bitch too fly, I'm moving thurl
Baby, you a hoe, you ain't getting no pearls
She eating my nuts, you would think she a squirrel
She my lil' eater, but she yo whole word
Drac clip, candy cane, look how it curl
Walked up on that nigga, said, give me your girl
Like, nigga, give me your bitch
If I was to take her, you was gon' be sick
Ain't blowing bubblegum, she blowing dick
Nigga, unball your fist, cause you ain't on shit
Cause we all know that you a bitch
I stay with my tooly like Lilo and Stitch
My mama done told me that I'ma be rich
And I'ma make sure that that shit gon' be quick
This white hoe just called me a prick
You show me a band, can you show me a brick
My fault, I forgot you broke as shit
Hop on the P.J., I'm about to get licked
Bad lil' skinny bitch, she just a stick
A.R.P. Morty, I guess that I'm rick
I want your friend, baby, that is not this
F*ck, I meant this, it's not that
I up this big Draco and split him in half
We gon' drench that lil' nigga like we gave a bath
Two bad bitches and you do the math
One plus one equals two, getting smashed
I tried sliding the curb, but I crashed
The car was in flames, that bitch turned into ash
The way I shoot bullets, I feel like I'm Nash
Spin on this block and we aim at the gas (tank)
We do these lil' niggas like babies get spanked
You ducking your head cause you ain't got no rank
The gun that I'm shooting, it could flip a tank
And now I'ma laugh my lil' ass to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Yeah, there ain't no time left, cause I ain't even had my time yet
Bro got a attitude, he mad over a bitch and I ain't even break her spine yet
We'll make you lose your career before it even started, you ain't even had your shine yet
I'm taking over, I'm slowly breaking this shit down, the game ain't even mine yet
I'm zoomin past you, I ain't even out of sight yet
You ain't no rapper, ain't pick up a mic yet
Money over hoes or whatever that dyke said
These niggas so focused on left that y'all ain't hit right yet
I'm blowed, I'm higher than kite yeah
Hundred round drum its gon' knock down that bike
Damn, I really give a f*ck,
Sike!
I don't give a f*ck what you want, so I'll do what I like
Put a bullet through your head its ending your life
Keep talking like that, we gon' widow your wife
You biting my style, it don't even sound right
I'ma go to the store and just grab me a Sprite
Nah, cause I don't really f*ck with soda
223's gon' make you wish your life was over
I'll kill all the witnesses, bitch, I don't care about jehovah
Hit your engine and blow out the motor
Yo, ice not blinging, I think mine's just colder
G-5-2-3, look like he's smoldered
And Bitch, f*ck that president, f*ck all the voters
I am not passive, I'm a gun toter
Quiet that volume before it get lowered
You think that you tougher just cause you older?
These bullets coming at you bigger than Boulders
I'm paid, bitch, look at my checkstub
Her ass ain't fat, so I look from the chest up
She all on my dick cause she think that I'm next up
Who the f*ck are you thinking that you was gon' check us
These bullets gon' send him hospital, no checkup
Got all these chains, can't even hold my neck up
No bands, no money, boy, you need to flex up
Yo, bitch is a groupie, look at how she text us
You broke as f*ck, look how you acting
He ran up and changed into past tense
And now you're reflecting his actions
Make sure when you runnin your shoes got some traction
Otherwise, when you run up, get subtracted
Ain't plussing you niggas, you thought we was adding?
Niggas be broke, but y'all claiming y'all having (motion)
Counting this money, fingers dry, I think I need lotion
That nigga mixed purple with clear, made a potion
So I sat down and did it, I broke all the notions
I'm breaking the physics up, im up in here floating
But I aint yachty, I took her to Poland
Bitch, shut up and quit all that nag, quit all that nagging
So heavy, I'm in this bitch sag, this bitch sagging
Whole squad lame, y'all hang with them faggots
Ain't going nowhere, I can't bring my ratchet
And when I say ratchet, know I ain't talking about no girl
I'm in this bitch too fly, I'm moving thurl
Baby, you a hoe, you ain't getting no pearls
She eating my nuts, you would think she a squirrel
She my lil' eater, but she yo whole word
Drac clip, candy cane, look how it curl
Walked up on that nigga, said, give me your girl
Like, nigga, give me your bitch
If I was to take her, you was gon' be sick
Ain't blowing bubblegum, she blowing dick
Nigga, unball your fist, cause you ain't on shit
Cause we all know that you a bitch
I stay with my tooly like Lilo and Stitch
My mama done told me that I'ma be rich
And I'ma make sure that that shit gon' be quick
This white hoe just called me a prick
You show me a band, can you show me a brick
My fault, I forgot you broke as shit
Hop on the P.J., I'm about to get licked
Bad lil' skinny bitch, she just a stick
A.R.P. Morty, I guess that I'm rick
I want your friend, baby, that is not this
F*ck, I meant this, it's not that
I up this big Draco and split him in half
We gon' drench that lil' nigga like we gave a bath
Two bad bitches and you do the math
One plus one equals two, getting smashed
I tried sliding the curb, but I crashed
The car was in flames, that bitch turned into ash
The way I shoot bullets, I feel like I'm Nash
Spin on this block and we aim at the gas (tank)
We do these lil' niggas like babies get spanked
You ducking your head cause you ain't got no rank
The gun that I'm shooting, it could flip a tank
And now I'ma laugh my lil' ass to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank
Writer: juu else
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid