My Time (Remix) ft. Lil Nuskii & CD Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Huh, Niggas aint fucking with us
Pop out with dog shit, make you put that shit Up
Pull up in black truck, this a Lac Truck
Yo hoe in this bih & she fucking
Brudda he hop out the cut, get to bussin.
Huh, Nigga yo Jewelry aint nan
Huh, Pockets Stuffed wit some money
Stuck in the hood wit my sack, i dont need you To front me.
Young Turnt Nigga, turnt nothing to Something. Lil bra with a .... in the back wit a Button.
Dont come around rapping, your music aint Nan. Wanna be gang? Nigga show me some Money. Pop shit in the rain, i dont wait til' its Sunny.
Im back in that mode, issa 30 day run. Im a Grown ass man i dont pop out for fun.
12 hit the spot, i got caught with some bags & a Gun.
10 on paper, know im keeping it calm. I'll risk it All just to look out for Ma
Ninth grade shit, went to school with my bomb My momma
Still at the shop wit a comb
13 got kicked out, I thought I was grown
In a whole nother city, these niggas i dont Know em
These niggas ain't with ya, I'm already knowin
Shawty banking with chase, nigga, bet it up
Soon you bring me the card, I'ma set it up
Got this shit in the choke, you ain't catchin' up
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Time to catch me some fish, know im baited up
How the fuck you that nigga, you ain't made Enough
I'm grateful, I'm runnin' my paper up
Smoke wa wa, wakin' the neighbors up
Uh, uh, uh
Still in the hood with the bros
Uh, uh, uh
Still in the hood with the load
Uh, uh, uh
Still in the hood with the pole
Uh, uh, uh
Still in the hood with your hoe
Huh, huh, huh
Niggas aint fucking with us
Pop out with dog shit, make you put that shit Up
Pull up in black truck, this a Lac Truck
Yo hoe in this bih & she fucking
Brudda he hop out the Car, get to bussin.
Huh, Nigga yo Jewelry aint nan
Huh, Pockets Stuffed wit some money
See me in the hood, so they thinkin' im nun
Know that I got the phone, I can make it Happen
Since 2020, bitch, I'm used to this stuntin'
You believe what I say, bitch, I ain't just Rappin
Told em keep the pistol ballin', doin' no cappin
It might be rainy day, so I gotta keep stackin
Need a big show so i can get me a backend, Brother hit my phone
Say he got a new pack in
Huh, why would I tell you a lie
Huh, lil' bro keep talkin' bout he took
Sum from me, he cap, he didn't even try
I feel my cup up with this lean, I get to nodding Off
That shit ain't love, that shit be hate
So I ain't even tryna talk, come on
Been havin' long nights, told mama, hold tight
Yeah, shit be hard, but it get better
So I just do what's right
Huh, been takin' medication
To get me through the week
Huh, I throw one back to cure the pain
But this is not eleve, come on
Huh, Huh, Niggas aint fucking with us
Pop out with dog shit, make you put that shit Up
Pull up in black truck, this a Lac Truck
Yo hoe in this bih & she fucking
Brudda he hop out the Car, get to bussin.
Huh, Nigga yo Jewelry aint nan
Huh, Pockets Stuffed wit some money
Yo hoe in this bih & she fucking
Brudda he hop out the Car, get to bussin.
Huh, Nigga yo Jewelry aint nan
Huh, Pockets Stuffed wit some money