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I ain’t got no time for a b*t*h no, yeah, yeah
Grrt, bap, bap (Bap)
No time (Grrt)
Oh-oh, yeah
SB

Pistol on my side, can't a n***a catch me slippin' (Skrrt)
If you think that I ain't grippin' then you're really out of luck (Grrt)
JonJon on my blood brother, he throws double C's up (Brrat)
Me, I'm from the third, SB throw them 3's up (SB, SB)
Got an AP just to flex, lot of carats on my neck
Seventeen so don't forget, on my way to be the best (Woah, woah, woah)
I'll still cop that new Patek, freein' in that new Corvette ('Vette)
Foreign footers when I step, for real (Ayy)
Got a shooter to my left, Nina talk she knows what’s best (What?)
Every time she pa** the test, I been tryna use her less
I been tryin’ to progress, lockin’ in and ain't no rest
Please don't try to disrespect, I call my shooters and get you wet

Oh-oh, I want six watches, it's gon' take time
I don't care for nobody but me and mine (Bratt)
F**k me a opp thot, bust on her spine
Hennessy up in my cup, I ain't drinking wine
I'ma hit the road soon, I'ma bring my road goons
Everybody trained to go, I ain't finna hold you
'Fore a n***a act up ‘member that I told you
You don't wanna have them surgeons open up and close you (Brr)
Drive by’s, foreign V’s, everybody mobile
Half the time I’m in the Bronx still could catch me local (Gang)
Ever since a young n***a, I'm the type to poke you
Now I’m dropping 10-bands flat, time to smoke you

Oh-oh, I want six watches, it's gon' take time
I don't care for nobody but me and mine
F**k me a opp thot, bust on her spine
Hennessy up in my cup, I ain't drinking wine

I be on the corner where them dealers at (Bratt-bratt)
Y'all always screaming what y'all ‘bout but where them killers at?
Our side where it’s realer at, faded I'on feel a flat
Lot of n***as talking on the 'gram, we gon' deal with that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double R, we cruise with it
White b***er, smooth with it (Smooth)
Know these n***as wanna catch me sleep, so I move with it (Move)
Cruisin' thru the opp-side, wonder why the block's dry (Wet)
Ain't nobody tryna be around when them shots fly (When them shots fly)
SB, the team with it, .40 got a beam with it
We ain't leaving police no shells, 'cause we clean with it (No, no, no)
Youngin’s on that gang sh*t, see a n***a bang sh*t (Yeah)
Don't you think we playing no games 'cause this fame sh*t
Oh-oh
Yeah
Oh-oh
Yeah
SB

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