Bout Time lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
I'm back in that one bag, n*gga
It's 'bout time I got back in that bag too (Lorenz, don't stop)
(MK Mentality, baby)
That, KrispyLife
That bag, b*tch
(It's with a K dumbass)
Ayy, yeah

[Verse]
It's 'bout time I start dropping sh*t
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 sh*t
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 di*k little, can the Roxys fit?
My n*ggas doing trips with clips like they Jackie Chan
My n*gga f*cking 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 di*k good? Well, top me then
RIP to the opps, they tryna box me in
Catch a n*gga Sleepwalking, I'm Mozzy friend
Don't call me "cuz" b*tch, 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 f*cking hoes I'm Amari Cooper
I taught my n*gga 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 n*ggas undercover cops, Training Day
You be paying hoes to f*ck, you pay to play
He caught me f*cking his b*tch, I'm like, "It's a prank"
Hey, bro, turn this b*tch around, I forgot the drank
Young bro turn this b*tch around, I forgot the Drac'
Can't nobody get up with me 'cause I'm out the way
She got good head and good pus*y, shoutout to Shay
My family had the plug on the strong, shoutout uncle dank
It's two n*ggas in the world that I'm cool with
I put that white sh*t on her tongue, cool whip
I'm killing you and everybody you cool with
I bet my pus*y rate go up off my new sh*t
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