Time Out ft. LT Lyrics

See you already know that I'm hitting you up

She talking smoke, she get rolled in a blunt

Time out, time out

Hold up, hold up

That nigga pussy, he shit out a butt

But-but-but wait, gunbutt ya

Dick to ya face, we'll fuck ya

Truth is, I popped ya head like a pumpkin

Went for a lay up but ended up dunking

I beat her up for assumptions

Sending my niggas with missiles and pistols

I heard you was dissing, they coming through dumping

One word and he upped it, fuck it

No need to tuck it

Talking that shit, now he running, ducking

I'm in the trap with a pound on my lap

King got a glock

I got a scope on my gat, putting you straight in the past

(Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop)

Do the math

Two times two at ya head

Four shots leaving you dead (Bop bop bop bop)

Came to the scene in all white, I left the scene in all red

Pull up in all pink

He think I'm a Barbie, he wanna link

But I'm 'bout money, Nigga, fuck did you think?

He cheat on you with me 'cause your pussy stink

Exotic and toxic, he buy me cuban links

Get money like brinx

Put you in a order, whip water like sinks

Blinks

Cute in the face, wanna taste? Just wink

Ran off on a nigga 'bout pistols and bullets

The first pistol ever I had was in Houston

Vendetta them niggas, ain't nothing but stupid

The same pistol I stole from them started shooting

Shooting them shots, they ain't say nothing back

Which means they ain't shooting shit up with they strap

I had a black bitch and a white bitch, she know she look dope

They eat pussy, I fuck from the back

I call her my Pepsi, my sprite

I'm trying to get busy with snow bunny white

She hit a bump of that white, she high as a kite

Now she trying to party all night (Bop bop bop bop)

You niggas bitches some hoes foreal

I look so good with some gold with steel

Baking yo' body inside the sun with grill

Pointing that glock at yo body and then I'ma peel it (Pow)

Nigga, you know I'm the realest

Stop playing with me, MLB gonna kill you

You know I'm a kill you, you know I'm a figure

You know I'm that money, that need just a billion

You know I'm that bitch, that need a money making Mitch

I'm a alien bitch on my Lilo and Stitch

Put the forty to shorty, she get left in the ditch

Left him to hitchhike

Claim that he like me, he know I'm not his type

I'm a bad bitch, she run up to a fist fight

I beat the bitch, now her boyfriend crushing, he all in my Dm

And I see him sharing his dick size

She tryna be me, she hide it in disguise

Like a big guy, I'm the biggest, need a big slice

I'll beat a bitch up like I'm Kimbo Slice

And he'll kill a Nigga for me and risk his life

I know the demons searching for me

They cannot find me, i am John Doe

I ama backing it out with the hoes

Only thinking 'bout stacking it up with the bros

Niggas be whack, I ain't speaking, no question

Niggas was mad when they seen I could flex up

Talking my sisters, my uncles, I'm reckless

Now I just know I ain't fuck with them niggas

My niggas gorillas

All of my niggas gang bang, bang c's, pull triggers

My flow is colder than winter

I turn a butterfly back to caterpillar (Do do do do do do)

My niggas peel her, We shoot a movie picture

My niggas a get up with ya, My niggas split ya

We make her go to church

I make the bitch hear whispers, I make the bitch read scriptures

Shoot shit like the seven sixers

I eat the bitches like dinner, I get to the paper like printers

Beat a bitch with the colt defender