Time Lyrics

We puttin' time frames and stuff like that, and now, man, we need to do this, man, we Need to Do that

I said, it's more if this was, like, mine, I don't Know how to do it

Hey

I don't know how

I ain't just gon' do that

Why you gon' do that

What's good love

Shit this rel, I ain't wanna go this route

But if you really want some bad, you gotta Stick shit out

And do with it what you want, just agitate it

Cause it's been eatin' at me, we don't even talk And shit

And tryna keep bringin' it up, I realized what I Did

I was askin' for somethin' I sucked at dealin' With

I was tryna communicate, but doin' somethin' Else

Just fussin' instead of listenin', really need my Help

I'm truly sorry, I'm finally seein' how you really Felt

Shit like I lost a breath

Shit like I'm losin' health

Uh

And she asked me why I'm cryin', I said, Jesus Wept

Had to lay off all the freak hoes

Crashed out, he bought a Benzo, but now it's Repo

It's sorta bad, you got slime, but you can't fuck

Niggas fuckin' turn 12 on you like the Winslows

Im high as hell , might just start to float

I'm probably biased, but this the realest shit I Ever wrote

I'ma be honest

All the shit we coulda did, shoulda been and Done it

I'm seein' shit up in my vision like I've sorta Seen it come

Gotta get this shit now, when we strugglin' for Nothin'

And it'll pipe down

I have a heat and all my hands just need the Right time

Fuckin' bitch up in a high beams, don't turn the Lights down

She said she wanna see it all

Yeah, she got 30 calls from a man to decline Them all

And now she thinkin' she my one girl, I'm Appalled

She said you left me bad, I ain't even far

Mmm, mmm

Just had to vent this shit really

Couldn't put it on nobody else, the music feel

I already know my mama prayin' for me, take Up all my healings

Niggas say I'm this and that, I ain't got feelings

So how, I'm feelin' what you sayin', nigga, think About it

I got the 40 on my side, I'll be the same Without it

Step to a nigga wrong, lay your ass a trending Topic

And that's for sure, though

Always drove a Mustang, don't want a four Door

Money over bitches, that's the bro code

Your bitch got bread and it's both dope

Y'all mad cause y'all niggas layin' around with Broke hoes

And that's a sick feeling

It's sick how he throw them shots, them Bullets penicillin'

I heard he got a drop top, then we gon' pill his Ceiling

Bro, he pull up with a chop-chop, taller than a Ceiling

Mmm, mmm

Bro, with a chop-chop, taller than a ceiling

Bullets whippin' around

And them bullets are sick, but then I'm just Killin' myself

Yeah, cause it ain't like you got me on no time Schedule

Like, I gotta be doin' this by the end of the Year, you feel me

Yo

Wait, I'm in the store right now

Let me, let me finish these songs up for ya

Yo, bro, I'm glad you did it

I just pulled up to church

Oh, well, perfect timing

I was, I'll holla at you like the news

I'mma call you, man

All right, then

Yeah