Ain't Got Time Lyrics

Hey Kay nah nah, come on man

Tyler called my phone today, finna set up shop

Damn I miss my nigga now its really open season

Thinking bout Boozilla, wanna slide for no reason

Back door shit not allowed we call it treason

Bullets they gone fucking beat his ass, have em bleeding

I can see us going to the top I believe it

Hell nah you can't post a lo, bae you tweaking

First red flag ain't no argument I'm leaving

Dealing with enough, ain't got time for yo tweaking

I can't really let nobody in on how I'm feeling

I remember when I lost my brother, got to spinning

Thought we took a loss whole time we still winning

And till we in the grave, we forever sinning

Chopper been and eat yo as up just like Apple Jacks

Every time we go to splurge, call it Sak attack

If I get another log I'ma hit Saks

Fuck around might buy you, another bag

Yeah, okay

I'm trying to pop out with matching Moronic fits

Trying to put her ass in Celine, she got etiquette

Have her ass trying to short me down like a cigarette

Baby I was in the fucking booth, I ain't see yo text

Smoking contemplating trying to figure out what's next

Missing Lil Boosie, damn I wish I never got that text

Damn, I miss you brother

Damn I miss my nigga now its really open season

Thinking bout Boozilla, wanna slide for no reason

Back door shit not allowed we call it treason

Bullets they gone fucking beat his ass, have em bleeding

I can see us going to the top I believe it

Hell nah you can't post a lo, bae you tweaking

First red flag ain't no argument I'm leaving

Dealing with enough, ain't got time for yo tweaking