Gimme a Minute Lyrics

Uh, look

This sound like some Drake and 21 shit, looking for a wife

I don't need another dumb bitch, drum Kit

Give her rapid-fire, make her cum quick

Homebody, I be in the house, I'm on some blum shit

I be out the way, my brodie on some dump shit

That nigga ain't a editor, but all he do is dump clips

Pump shit, slow your roll them brakes, you better pump it

Before you six feet deep and your mama cryin to trumpets

I'm indecisive on the track, but I know I'ma kill em

These niggas say they back, but that shit giving Ben Simmons

I ain't make no lemonade, but life kept on handing me lemons

I'm locked in, can't look away, cause I got tunnel vision

Full steam ahead, because I'm on a fucking mission

They tryna split up the team, it ain't simple division

You putting him over me, that's a stupid decision

I know that I'ma make it, let's call it intuition

It's beauty in the struggle, it's pain in the hustle

Flex and show your muscle, but don't get jacked like Russell

I'm tryna make this green sprout like it came from Brussels

These niggas just be chatting, they need a fucking muzzle

I can't be restrained, got too much energy

I keep killing beats, what's gotten into me

Ben Frank, that's the only fucking friend I need

These niggas kissing ass, they human centipede