WASTE TIME / CHILL Lyrics

I don't get fucked up on the count of these bitches

I just wanna roll up wanna count with my niggas

But I ain't got time to waste time with no niggas

Cuz these niggas never be ready for prime time

I run up these digits

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

Fuck all that playing we did before

My nigga don't waste mine

Count up the back end I see hundreds and fifties

These bitches wanna blow till my tank is on empty

When I go on the road bring the studio wit me

Imma keep bringing that fire some more

Till these millions hit me

If you don't want smoke the why you inhaling it

Why you keep talking shit If you ain't relevant

Holy bullets prolly get yo ass heaven sent

Wet a nigga like a nigga was planting shit

J.J. Redick ain't no prolly I'm hitting shit

Clean his breath cuz that boy wasn't mint for it

Ain't been pushed to that limit before

Zero bodies trynna loose my virginity

And tell that bitch to bring the bag with it

Hoes gone be hoes huh

Blicky fucked that last nigga

Slashing through the whole team

Niggas thought I'm Ben Simmons

Whole squad play the cards

That's why I don't deal with niggas

That's the mentality of these niggas now

Ain't no more love niggas getting down

I don't want no time in the pen now

Don't get into it with these niggas that just wast time

I don't get fucked up on the count of these bitches

I just wanna roll up wanna count with my niggas

But I ain't got time to waste time with no niggas

Cuz these niggas never be ready for prime time

I run up these digits

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

I don't like to make time and I don't like to waste time

Fuck all that playing we did before

My nigga don't waste mine

Stuck in the crib I'm cooking up

These niggas trynna take my sound

Married to money its booed up

I made the money may bitch now

My time I'm never fucking up

Until I get me a buss down

I got the VV's on my ears voices is telling me cash out

The diamonds is dancing on me now

I didn't get it off sound cloud

I got the cash in my style

I was finessing it on the road trynna just make me a thou-wow

Whipping the 300 downtown

I got two twelves they sit in the back and them bitches kicking like Rolling Loud

Pull up I'm making the ground shake

I hit the bleezy right to the face

Cruising the 91 freeway

Ain't been this off a Sunday

Ain't been high in so long

But I'm with the gang so it's okay

We was just kids all in the end running round dreaming bout drop tops

Playing around all in the hood staying away from the Opps block

A long way from just stashing the money in my socks

Freezing the time staying 20 cuz the new Rollies don't tick tock

Stacking the cash you know the money is non-stop

Finessing the bag I gotta chase it's non-stop

I gotta grow I can't be stuck on the same block

With no one to go to

I can't be doing the same as my uncles now