Lyrics

[Intro] (Time Travel) (What—, What—, fuck) [Verse] It's the right time, baby it's the right time I got sticks—, oh my, tryna make a [?] I got—, oh my, oh baby, hell yeah, oh my Like it's the right time, baby it's the right time Fuck up, shut the fuck up Stick on me, I got a stick in the trunk Stick on me, I got a stick on my back Call up [?], up in the trap house Call up [?], up in the trap house (Jackpot) I got zips for sale, (Yeah) I got zips for sale (Yeah) Like if I'm going to jail I need to get bailed out My nigga red just like Elmo Gang, gang, gang, woah, woah Fuck the packs, I could send them through the mail Walk up in the club and they look at me 'cause I got racks on me I know she tryna fuck 'cause how shе put her hands on me In traffic, I'ma kill you and ya' homie [Outro] Damn, damn, damn, damn, (What thе fuck) Damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn Yeah, yo' boyfriend is a [?], just gon' fuck with a romance Uh, uh Boy, your boyfriend is a fan I don't give no damn damns Damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn Like damn, damn, damn, damn