
Time Of Da Month / Enough Is Enough! ft. PlayShrpJ Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
What you know 'bout these racks?
We spin boulevards, we turn them shits to cul-de-sacs
It's that time of the month, it's the fifth, I'm finna go to Saks
They wanna talk, I plead the Fifth, I don't wanna go over that
Got tired of fussin' and fightin', I went and got money instead
Shawty keep blowin' my phone, she fussin' and fallin', she just tryna give me some head
She beggin' for more, she beggin' for more, she popped on the dick like it's meds
Got tired of @'s on the Gram, we finna pull up and just leave yo' mans dead
We got them sticks aimin' right at yo' life
Tomato red dot, that shit is precise
My brudda run in homes, man, fuck them strikes
Strapped up, I feel like a dyke
Back up, yo' life on the line
Racked up, got checks like Nike
Got slappers, we fuck up the mic
Capper, fuck nigga, yeah, he a capper
That nigga, he fake, that nigga a fraud, he really a actor
That nigga gon' pray, that nigga gon' plead like where is the pastor
We tote blicks, we tote poles, put a pussy nigga up for ransom
Got tired of fuck niggas tryin' the shit
Bring yo' whole gang, they all get hit
Yo' bitch finna come slide over to the crib and play with the Wii (we) 'cause she fit
Me and all my niggas slidin' to the party in tonkas and now this shit lit
And all these niggas tryna bite up on the swag, I treat that lil boy like my kid
Walk in this bitch and I hit like blam
I'm finna pull up in the muhfuckin' lamb
Bose speakers, peanut seats, hell yeah, I'm finna jam
Ever since I started ballin', I gotta keep the heat like Bam
What you know 'bout these racks?
We spin boulevards, we turn them shits to cul-de-sacs
It's that time of the month, it's the fifth, I'm finna go to Saks
They wanna talk, I plead the Fifth, I don't wanna go over that
Got tired of fussin' and fightin', I went and got money instead
Shawty keep blowin' my phone, she fussin' and fallin', she just tryna give me some head
She beggin' for more, she beggin' for more, she popped on the dick like it's meds
Got tired of @'s on the Gram, we finna pull up and just leave yo' mans dead