Lloyd OP - TIME (feat. Nikonowhere & Delaney Blair)

Don’t fuck with my time, I don’t got plenty of it
Flexing on me like I ain’t give you nothing
Ouu watch this, I got something for ya (Ay)
Ouu lil' bitch tell that hoe it’s a new year
Same nigga, same flex
More money, fat checks and fat asses
Handouts done for, no more passes
Bullshit, burn it straight ashes
Broke and lazy nigga never mowed the lawn
Ma said study more, Pops said get a job
Cashed my first check, nigga got a chain
Aw, the white man got my ass again
Ooh, yah, yah, yah, yah (Ay)
When I fucked my first bitch, Trump got into office
Then I told that girl I love her, guess I broke my promise
Hopped onto the next bitch, got a taste of karma (Blaow)
(Ouu fuck, new year)
18, we on search for cigarillos
Homie got like half a gram, he said "homie let’s go"
Dawg you gotta let go
Dawg we got this shit rolled
If you down, let me know
Man I’m tryna climb the water like I’m Jesus
High as fuck on fucking Christmas
Persuasion my fucking weakness
But I guess it’s 'tis the season
(It don’t hurt to try)
So me need no fucking reason
New year, new times
Fuck you bitch, don’t blow my high
Don’t fuck with my time, I don’t got plenty of it
Flexing on me like I ain’t give you nothing
Ouu watch this, I got something for ya
Ouu tell that lil' bitch (Tell that)
New year, same nigga, same flex
More money, fat checks and fat asses
Handouts done for, no more passes
Bullshit, burn it straight ashes
I’ve dealt with bum broke niggas
I’ve dealt with down bad bitches
I’ve done felt more damn pain than a period pelvis
Bitches still tell me I’m selfish
Beat it up like I'm a felon
She spend the night, I give her welcome
Think that’s pretty selfless, but ion know
Bitches try to play with the time like a hand clock
Now after her hand cock me off a nut
She get the fuck out
Time is my main bitch, she giving her the boot now
Boy you ain’t shit
Okay bitch, get the fuck out
I think the year of 19 was a year of empathy
Cuz now I have no sympathy
For a gal with no respect and shit
2020 here now I’m finally seeing clear and shit
Ooodoop bop bop, this bitch a real thot and shit
Keep the family close that’s rule number one
Bros before hoes that’s a rule until I’m gone
Failure in success, lock-in with day ones
If they wasn’t with the grind then we don’t give em nun (I'm gone)
Don’t fuck with my time, I don’t got plenty of it
Flexing on me like I ain’t give you nothing
Ouu watch this, I got something for ya
Tell that lil' bitch (Tell that)
It's a new year, same nigga, same flex
More money, fat checks and fat asses
Handouts done for, no more passes
Bullshit, burn it straight ashes

Written by:
Delaney Orr, Elisha Griffin, Ivan Espinal, Lloyd Oppong, Matthew McDowell

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