Time For

Lyrics

[Intro] (Vicasso on another one) (SephGotTheWaves) Oh woah, yeah Oh (Q-R-N) [Verse] Soaked up the game from all 'em OGs, told me blast first He would've put a bitch before me, I'd put cash first From the way I'm in and out that jam, call me McGregor The perfect caption for my picture, "Nothin' regular" (Regular) 'Cause I just wanna know why you haven't been here in my city, love 'Cause I ain't got time for it, I'm tryna do this all from day to night, this not Tom Ford That's Off-White on my feet, I'm rockin' shit they cannot afford Shootin' guns when it was nice, she know we had us a lot of swords I got the sack, fucked it up twice, but you know I got a lot of more Rеad you a story on my life, I swear to God that's a lot of stories Lifе's a gamble, you roll the dice, I hope I bring back a nine to four We rode the block from day to night, we used to work from 'bout nine to four He let off shots right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord (Bah, bah, bah) She like, "QPac, why you don't love me?" I told shawty I ain't dyin' for her (Yay) Two double cups, I'm sippin' bubbly when we walk out designer stores That brand new Draco hold a whole hunnid I swear to God that I still got a lot of old hunnids I just want the Crip-blue, six-oh hunnid I just wanna make a quick flip, more money They know Big Peezy break his wrist cookin' over the stove runnin' What's in my backwood? No Gelato, bro we're smokin' your homies They know the rims be Forgiato, reason that these hoes love me I apologise in the Double R, where I spill purple potions The seats specific chosen, in the Pacific Ocean I'm drownin' deep in the water I led my team to four wins then pass the ball to Miss Carter Oh, why, a imperfect flower never grow in the garden? He reminisce, he get this thottie, left his heart in the projects Marvellous looks, sent from the sky; young butterfly - that's my daughter She see the tiger in my eye, look at her, see two dinosaurs Inshallah, I got that bag now, steady pray to the Lord Run him down with the Glock in my hand, Jump Out Gang just jumped out that new Porsche (Woo, woo) Doin' dirt on the block, tryna make up a plan (Bah), just so we can live galore And I hit a thot in a room with her friends grippin' on my extension chord If I give that location, I'm droppin' the guap Then the neighborhood gon' come and kick your door She call me Jodie, she my Jodeci like I'm her baby boy Just sent a letter to lil' Leeky talkin' 'bout his baby boy If I don't tote that big four-nick', ma, they gon' take your baby boy Lil' Greg got introduced to sixties, ever since, knew what it was It ain't no "if" before the fame, they knew when I was off the porch