Bout Time

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, nigga I'm back in that one bag, nigga It's 'bout time I got back in that bag too (Lorenz, don't stop) (MK Mentality, baby) That, KrispyLife That bag, bitch (It's with a K dumbass) Ayy, yeah [Verse] It's 'bout time I start dropping shit I told my momma I love lean, but I'm 'bout to quit Like I do yard measures, just know I got the sticks Put that Bat to that Man, but I'm not Robin shit Was shopping for denim, ask can the glocky fit? Shots put his ass on ice like a hockey stick I cut the whole pint of lean, made the Wocky sick Don't worry bout my dick little, can the Roxys fit? My niggas doing trips with clips like they Jackie Chan My nigga fucking with them punches, he a Rocky fan I got a plug down in Huston I'm a Rockets fan Oh, you say is you can beat his perks? Bro, lock me in Oh, you say you suck dick good? Well, top me then RIP to the opps, they tryna box me in Catch a nigga Sleepwalking, I'm Mozzy friend Don't call me "cuz" bitch, I am not yo kin What I paid 4 the Diors I could've bought a shooter I'm consistent with the shot, boy, I'm a hooper Out in Dallas fucking hoes I'm Amari Cooper I taught my nigga how to scam, boy, I'm a tutor Somebody hit Faygo, I need an endorsement What I spent on Faygos, I coulda bought some Forces White Buffs on my face looking like some porcelain Finna pass the flame to the opps, I'm bout to torch 'em You niggas undercover cops, Training Day You be paying hoes to fuck, you pay to play He caught me fucking his bitch, I'm like, "It's a prank" Hey, bro, turn this bitch around, I forgot the drank Young bro turn this bitch around, I forgot the Drac' Can't nobody get up with me 'cause I'm out the way She got good head and good pussy, shoutout to Shay My family had the plug on the strong, shoutout uncle dank It's two niggas in the world that I'm cool with I put that white shit on her tongue, cool whip I'm killing you and everybody you cool with I bet my pussy rate go up off my new shit I bought a new Family Dollar off of crypto I got signed and got rich off a Crip though I hit my target without aim and off the hip though I ain't coming in your crib, you give me head in the whip though [Outro] Mmhm, it's 'bout time that I sing on it It's bout time that I—, hm It's bout time that I—, hm What it do right there, yeah, alright It's 'bout time that I slid on 'em It's 'bout time that I slid on 'em, alright, yeah