Wrong Time Lyrics

I've been in the studio, I've been on my own time

Bitch gon' blow my phone, oh, she callin' at the wrong time

I can tolerate you, I don't love you, there's a fine line

She be tellin' all her friends that I'm a bad guy

I'm locked in, keepin' myself busy Drinkin' from the top shelf, I've been feelin dizzy

Oh, he my competition, tell me who is he

Fairborn and Altamonte, I'm claimin' two cities

Uh, I'm on the move, I'm on the go I want some platinum and some gold

I don't care what was told, I can sneak a diss yeah I'm that cold

And I'm not new to this, some of y'all lacking some common sense

They all pussy, got a resemblance And some of their girls tryna suck my dick

Body smell like Dior for y'all it's a chore Bury y'all up in a morgue

Got my own studio up in my crib, I ain't goin' out bookin' two to four

I live lavish and express, I use the money to clean up the mess

Girl, it's been a long day, come relieve me from this stress

I've been on my own for a minute, for a while Gotta party sometimes when the bad things start

to pile I do anything I please, I do whatever I want

Only thing I'm tryna do is turn these fuckin' speakers up

I've been in the studio, I've been on my own time

Bitch gon' blow my phone, no shit callin' at the wrong time

I can tolerate you, I don't love you, there's a fine line

Keep me tellin' all the friends that I'm a bad guy

I'm locked in, keepin' myself busy Drinkin' from the top shelf, I've been feelin' dizzy

Oh, he my competition, tell me who is he? Fairborn and Altamonte, claimin' two cities

Y'all got gift cards, I got cash, sorry, I've been in my bag

Fuckers love my songs like crack, for eighteen, I ain't doin' bad

I got some new shirts and pants, whoa You know I got some plans, whoa

Not tryna fuck on you, bitch, I'm tryna go fuck on your friend, whoa

Remember when she left me on read, and that's cool

Next day, I almost threw up when I saw her at school

They usin' the makeup and filters to make you drool

Can't even go blame, then they're just usin' their tools

I've been on my own for a minute, for a while

Gotta party sometimes when the bad things start to pile

I do anything I please, I do whatever I want

Only thing I'm tryna do is turn these fuckin' speakers up

I've been in the studio, I've been on my own time

Bitch gon' blow my phone, she callin' at the wrong time

I can tolerate you, I don't love you, there's a fine line

She be telling all her friends that I'm a bad guy

I'm locked in, keepin' myself busy

Drinkin' from the top shelf, I've been feelin' dizzy

Oh, he my competition, tell me who is he

Fairborn and Altamonte, I'm claimin' two cities