120 Seconds Lyrics

Inlove w carbons

But I'm also Inlove w that paper

Gotta go harder Fuck dese Hoes

And fuck all dese haters

Dedication I know I'm gone make it

I'm gone b the greatest

Staying out the way Yea I got manners

Momo tina raised me

But I'll still get on yo ass

Give u a combination

Fried fish, Sweat peas, And a roll

That's If youn make it

Ate off my plate when I was hungry

Ian even taste it

Niggas bluffin But this upper

Quick to give a bx a facial

I'm out that ghost I do the most

Some ppl say I'm crazy

Let's up the score Since dey want smoke

Rock em like a baby

Penetration Hop out w dat drac

And send em to his maker

If Yeen coming w no money

Ain't no conversation

Get off my ass And in my bag

Na hoes irritating

Niggas hating, Fuck em

Gotta give his ass a expiration

A opp die We roll up

Like it's a celebration

Yk I'm strapped up w dat led

But this bitch a eraser

Them bitches hit u

Got u shaking but this ain't a taser

Choppa told me shoot first ask Questions later

I'm in my prime

Like Kobe when he played for the lakers

To the top no destination

Trapping bad like Fuck the neighbors

I'm out my mind Get in my way

And that's ya expiration

Fuck it plenty Niggas hating

Fuck em let they mama save em

Jail calls coming in

Dorsay told me ima make it

But I want my nigga out So fuck da cops

Dem bitches racist

I had a sale Up in Scotland

Driver like a racer

But I got lost And turned around

I had to go thru baker

Police pulled me over

He say license and yo registration

I had two zaps up inna car

A scale And some paper

Praying to lord He let me go

But Ian even make it

Dessy tried to leave me rite before that

Dat shit had me angry

Glad Ian have dat banger

Bonded out some hours later

Him and his potnas

They a problem So solve the equation