ToDinero - Dont Waste My Time

Hop on the beat and speak that hot shit turn the ac on
Took the paper route and now im back up on that microphone
Hoe i aint fucking you, keep on yo clothes you giving dome
Get you a uber, call a ride cuz you aint coming home
And make sure you fuck the bro
After that he get ya gone
Check my pulse i keep my face inside the styrofoam
These pussy niggas turn they backs like they got on Lone
Twin glocks dont shoot the same like you cant make a clone
He think he safe we spend the block
I feel like plies about this glock
But ian talkin bout no bitch this song for my glock
And everytime they beef with me
We keep that shit up in the streets
Slap some tints up on the Jeep
Somebody end up shot (gang)
I could be folding up my clothes
Or texting back my other hoes
Baby i just need to know is we here to fuck or not
And like the fucking game consoles niggas switching up
He ran up on me shot him down aint putting fist up
Could be the middle of july still got my hoodie on
Niggas keep dissing check the news they say his cousin gon
That nigga shiesty watch out that be TO Corleone
Gas strong, cant hide the scent, today its fuck cologne
He think he safe we spend the block
I feel like plies about this glock
But ian talkin bout no bitch this song for my glock
And everytime they beef with me
We keep that shit up in the streets
Slap some tints up on the Jeep
Somebody end up shot (gang)
I could be folding up my clothes
Or texting back my other hoes
Baby i just need to know is we here to fuck or not
After im threw dont get up on my bed get you a cot
Srt the Hemi watch how i skrt up off the lot

Written by:
To Dinero

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