No Time ft. Gunna Lyrics

No Time ft. Gunna - Playboi Carti

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Wake up in the mornin', know I gotta do this shit

Ayy, let's do it

(Cannon)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah-yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)

They stay lyin'

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)

They stay lyin'

Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin' my line (my line)

You cap like Mitchell & Ness, lil' nigga, stop lyin' (no cap, uh)

Chop that top on my Lam', I'm livin' my life (livin' my life, yeah)

Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (uh)

Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (make her my wife)

She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)

Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (put 'em on a flight)

Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (see 'em in the night)

Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight), uh

Traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (really wanna ride)

Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (not my kind)

Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wastin' my time (wastin' my time)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)

They stay lyin'

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)

They stay lyin' (what?)

My bitch fine, huh

You don't wanna lie, hol' up

My bitch bitin', hol' up

These niggas been bitin', yeah

But my diamonds keep bitin', uh

These hoes be bitin', hol' up

These niggas be bitin', hol' up, hol' up, uh

Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden

Got a bitch hittin' the line right now, yeah

Say she got molly, uh, yeah

Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (nah, yeah)

OG, you know me, yeah

It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah

Ballin' on your ho like Kobe (Kobe), uh (ballin')

Dunkin' on your ho like no B (what? what?)

Bald head like Ginóbili

Piru, watch my nose bleed (what? what?)

That boy dead (yeah)

Arm and a leg, hol' up, yeah

Head and chest (that boy dead)

Turnin' your head (that boy dead)

Take your bread (that boy dead)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)

They stay lyin'

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, yeah

Clear my mind

Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)

She a dime (hold up)

All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here

They stay lyin'