Hit-Boy Max Lord look like "Oh, it's one of those" Look foe, Max look Huh, uh I'ma just kick back and sip my tea nigga Hot tea
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind Don't got time (Don't got time) Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time Don't got time I don't got time Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time, hey
Shawty got, gimme that Double up, ayy Wockhardts, Qualitest Double my cup, ayy Pass me the Sprite and you die I've said that multiple times Double my gun, 007 I've shot him multiple times Don't love a bitch, fuck her then dip I made her walk Told her be like ASAP Rocky with it, bitch, walk please walk Please don't talk Bitch I'm a dog I'ma bite I don't bark If yo bitch got water tell your bitch I'm a shark Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte Designer on me but this shit ain't no panda I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta Nina on my lap I'm feelin' like Santa Shittin' on my enemies got no manners I got that Percocet 30 [?] No misunderstanding if you not understanding 540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him Shit ain't a joke, I'ma go shoot a random
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind Don't got time (Don't got time) Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time Don't got time I don't got time Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time, hey
I should go buy the Bahamas Give an AK to my mama (Okay) Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy) Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay) I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh) Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden I'm freestylin' all them murders you [?] Shoot the ammo out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah My choppa shoot so fast You thought he knew ebonics Your shorty went so fast I nicknamed her Sonic [?] demonic Sippin' chronic, smokin' chronic Tote chronics, shooting chronic Come through get some of this chronic (Okay) I've just been livin' so fast Pour me a four to slow down in here Codeine cowboy getting cash Robbery rodeos everywhere Live everyday like my last one Like what day my last one Everyday I'm on the cash hunt Buckle up let's have a blast, hon
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind Don't got time (Don't got time) Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time Don't got time I don't got time Don't got time (Don't got time) Tick tock, don't got time, hey
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