WAST TIME / CHILL
Munnii
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I don't get fucked up on the count of these bitches I just wanna roll up wanna count with my niggas But I ain't got time to waste time with no niggas Cuz these niggas never be ready for prime time I run up these digits I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time F*ck all that playing we did before My nigga don't waste mine Count up the back end I see hundreds and fifties These bitches wanna blow till my tank is on empty When I go on the road bring the studio wit me Imma keep bringing that fire some more Till these millions hit me If you don't want smoke the why you inhaling it Why you keep talking shit If you ain't relevant Holy bullets prolly get yo ass heaven sent Wet a nigga like a nigga was planting shit J.J. Redick ain't no prolly I'm hitting shit Clean his breath cuz that boy wasn't mint for it Ain't been pushed to that limit before Zero bodies trynna loose my virginity And tell that bitch to bring the bag with it Hoes gone be hoes huh Blicky fucked that last nigga Slashing through the whole team Niggas thought I'm Ben Simmons Whole squad play the cards That's why I don't deal with niggas That's the mentality of these niggas now Ain't no more love niggas getting down I don't want no time in the pen now Don't get into it with these niggas that just wast time I don't get fucked up on the count of these bitches I just wanna roll up wanna count with my niggas But I ain't got time to waste time with no niggas Cuz these niggas never be ready for prime time I run up these digits I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time F*ck all that playing we did before My nigga don't waste mine Stuck in the crib I'm cooking up These niggas trynna take my sound Married to money its booed up I made the money may bitch now My time I'm never fucking up Until I get me a buss down I got the VV's on my ears voices is telling me cash out The diamonds is dancing on me now I didn't get it off sound cloud I got the cash in my style I was finessing it on the road trynna just make me a thou-wow Whipping the 300 downtown I got two twelves they sit in the back and them bitches kicking like Rolling Loud Pull up I'm making the ground shake I hit the bleezy right to the face Cruising the 91 freeway Ain't been this off a Sunday Ain't been high in so long But I'm with the gang so it's okay We was just kids all in the end running round dreaming bout drop tops Playing around all in the hood staying away from the Opps block A long way from just stashing the money in my socks Freezing the time staying 20 cuz the new Rollies don't tick tock Stacking the cash you know the money is non-stop Finessing the bag I gotta chase it's non-stop I gotta grow I can't be stuck on the same block With no one to go to I can't be doing the same as my uncles now
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