(You stupid ass lil' boy)
Oh, that what time it is
What type of time I'm on
Ayy, ayy
Ah-woo, bitch, that's what time it is
Go'n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
If cuz don't pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
Say them Perkys got me wired up, I'm fired up, huh
Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
Can't no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
I'm really rockin' with my brothers, ain't no talkin' 'bout it
You got a problem with my niggas, you can't walk around us
I up that chopper on a nigga, be done got a body
I put some money on his head, I be done bought a body, yeah
I put that bitch to his ass and say he saw somebody
Can't do no witnesses, my niggas out here bossin', baby
We shoot at bitches too, my nigga be done offed your lady
Offed your best friend, like, "Go, best friend"
We breakin' bricks down, nigga, that soft go crazy
Movin' hand-to-hand, we need them band bands
I been servin' grams, bitch, I been off the eighties
Huh, used to have to walk to the station
Drop a four, now I feel like I can walk a Mercedes
But I ain't 'bout to walk a damn thing 'less you pay me
That don't mean I'm lazy, I just know I'm worth it
I just whipped a baby, my mans 'nem just burped it
Ayy, huh
They say that red zone back, but it ain't never left
I gave Jonboi some dap, now we can heavy press
I put my squad on the map, now we won't never stress
I'm liftin' all my niggas up, feel like the devil left
I know them demons still here, 'cause we been bangin' with 'em
Cuttin' snake niggas off and we ain't hangin' with 'em
Just left Swerve B-day dinner, told him, "Thank you, nigga"
"You had me 'round some millionaires, I know I'm able, nigga"
I see some M's in my future, I'ma make 'em, nigga
I need them Belaire bottles with my face up in 'em, yeah
I need my own Rap Snacks, I can't play with niggas
Big mansion out of state, I can't stay with niggas, yeah
Dex Lauper in the stu' like I grew up with him
I was movin' Cyndi Lauper 'fore I knew that nigga, yeah
I ain't beefin' with that boy, I'ma just shoot that nigga
If Wildman hop out on you, what you think gon' happen?
He don't rap at all, you better not just think I'm rappin', huh
He don't scrap at all, you better not just think we scrappin', uh
It's gon' sound like he clappin', better not think he clappin', yeah
That's that AR with that fully automatic action jam
Be done slid so quick, feelin' like we scammed him
He was prayin' to his god, my lil' nigga shammed him
His daddy was a jive turkey, so we had to ham him
I ain't got time for nothin' else, this what type of time I'm on, huh
Ah-woo, bitch, that's what time it is
Go'n open up that trap, we got all kind of bricks, huh
Hmm, nigga, got all kind of shit
If cuz don't pull up on me with it, we gon' slide then, huh
Say them Perkys got me wired up, I'm fired up, huh
Know my people got them pipes, tell we iced up, huh
Can't no lame nigga divide us, get tired of it, yeah
I'm really rockin' with my brothers, ain't no talkin' 'bout it
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