No Time - sosamann

Ooh, know what I’m saying

Samurai slice

Summer, hmm

Sosamann

Yeah, huh, ooh

Yeah, hey

First of all, believe nothing that you hear, ayy

Believe half of what you see

I’m the young nigga that’s as fresh as can be

Before I froze a bitch, I’ll go and hit the streets

Feed her to the wolves, let the whole pack eat

Call it bad drug and they 'bout to OD

Slice it up, Samurai on the beat

I’ma get money 'til I’m dead, capeesh?

Ayy

Cheese on my head like a Packer

I said I’m a splash on a rapper, the cash, I just add up

Roll me some 'Woods and I took off to Saturn

I know me some stompers, ain’t talking 'bout cappers

Had to watch out for back stabbers, ayy

Nigga going up like a ladder, ooh

Bite the drip, tryna steal the pattern, ayy

Cut down on the lean 'cause it fuck with my bladder

I cut off the ho, she was loose leaf

Pop out on a nigga like a loose teeth

Got clips on me like a movie

Nigga tripping, man must be off a roofie

Nigga tripping like the pipe got a new leak

Just me and my Glock, yeah, we two deep

And it’s still fuck the cops, they ain’t rest in peace

And these niggas funny, I call 'em Bill Bellamy

These niggas actors and they just come wannabes

Get to the green, ain’t talking 'bout celery

Come down your chimney, shooting at the enemies

Pow pow pow, that is the end of him

Nigga got seasoned, ain’t talking 'bout cinnamon

Won’t touch a hair on my chin chin chinny chin

You serve J’s and I told them all, come again

Can’t fuck with him 'cause he feminine, nigga good riddence

I hang with birds with no pictures, roosters

I’m a big hunter, a dawg that goes woof

Cock back the chopper and hang out the roof

Shoot in that bitch like an army of troops

Clean up the scene, nigga don’t leave a clue

I’m a gorilla but nigga, don’t smoke the glue

Balling like Paul because I swear that I’m the truth

No Louisiana, I had to show that bitch the boot

Ooh, time, time, time

Time, time, time, time, what?

Why 12 tryna give me time?

Why the media telling lies?

Why the people tryna take my shine?

Did what?

Man, the bitch ain’t even mine

Life a street how I’m finna see the signs

Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind

Ooh, time, time, time

Time, time, time, time, ayy

Why 12 tryna give me time?

Why the media telling lies?

Why the people tryna take my shine?

Did what?

Man, the bitch ain’t even mine

Life a street how I’m finna see the signs

Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind

(Ooh, ooh) System tryna hit me from the blind side

If you broke, gotta get up out of my ride

He a snake so I had to cut all ties

From the west, yeah, I grew up on the south side

In the leaf like a motherfucking cook sign

I’m the bomb like a motherfucking landmine

This bitch biting on my neck, she think she a vampire, ayy

Get to the cash and just rack it up, ooh

I catch 'em out, then I just just smack 'em up

Load on the way, had to pack it up

The truck on the street, I told her to back it up

I got some shows on the calendar

I keep me a chopper, not worried 'bout the scavengers

Find me a play down in Panama

He copped fifty bricks and then shipped them to Africa

Find where he stay, then we sliding in

Cross me a nigga just like Allen Iverson

Off the top rope, I was diving in

Why do they hate a young nigga from poverty?

I had them books like a college kid

Used to run in and commit a robbery

I played them streets like a violin

And keep me a chopper in case it get violent

Young nigga run from the sirens

I keep me a bitch and she badder than Kylie

I’m watching How High while I’m smoking on

I’m shooting my shot, got me thinking I’m Kyrie

Shit on a nigga, treat him like a potty

Trap Sauce 'Wood, mix with Biscotti

Hanging with my twin, ain’t talking siamese

Gotta watch the street 'cause this shit get grimy, ayy

I stay in my lane, told him, stay out the way

He say he want beef, I’ma put him dead on the plate

Just came from Beenee Weenee’s, now I be eating steak

Benihibachi the food when it’s getting late

Kick in my door with your face in the

More money, more problems, they coming, they ándale

My bitch got them juices like she work for Minute Maid

And the, they always got something to say, ayy

Ooh, yeah

I go so high with the stars

I play with white like piano keys

They tryna lock me in bars

But I ain’t doing no panicking

Ooh, see what I’m saying?