Prime Time lyrics

[Intro]
“Load up the choppa n*gga”
It’s time all the young n*ggas f*ck that
Throw away them Glocks
Throw away all them handguns
Get them sticks out the truck
You tryna go ride n*gga?
(JR)
Hop out on feet and hound them, n*gga (Yessir)
Green light

[Chorus]
It’s a green light, my n*ggas ain’t never stopped at stop signs
Go against the gang, blow this b*tch up like a landmine
My youngins shoot ‘em choppas
He threw away they Glock 9s
We struck a n*gga for 21,000, I ain’t call it Primetime
Got good aim, just like Dame done
If I draw down, n*ggas better run
Yeah Martin n*gga, we don’t do no speaking
Lil Junior with me, he a known tweaker
He rode in the cut and he’ll pop your top
Young Dexter, hе mad, he’ll shoot at the opps
It’s a green light, pus*y, f*ck what it seem like?

[Verse 1]
F&N with thе beam light
You broke n*gga, get your cream right
Draco get a n*gga dream right
Can’t come outside, unless it’s teen night
These n*ggas be pus*y, they really be cap
I ain’t shaking no hands, I ain’t giving no dap
I ride in the back with the strap in my lap
I ain’t trusting no n*gga, Keyshawn to my left
F&N, no kickback
Remember we shot out them kickbacks
Hit a opp with that choppa
Draco split him like a Kit-Kat
These n*ggas ain’t get no get backs
I know who really did that
My n*ggas ain’t saying sh*t, we strapped up
Smoking on pop pack
[Chorus]
It’s a green light, my n*ggas ain’t never stopped at stop signs
Go against the gang, blow this b*tch up like a landmine
My youngins shoot ‘em choppas
He threw away they Glock 9s
We struck a n*gga for 21,000, I ain’t call it Primetime
Got good aim, just like Dame done
If I draw down, n*ggas better run
Yeah Martin n*gga, we don’t do no speaking
Lil Junior with me, he a known tweaker
He rode in the cut and he’ll pop your top
Young Dexter, he mad, he’ll shoot at the opps
It’s a green light, pus*y, f*ck what it seem like?

[Verse 2]
f*ck what it seem like
Spin on your block a hundred times, we got that green light
These pussies still be dropping down, we gotta move right
I let my wools out, n*gga, when it’s moonlight
You rappers be the fool type
Strip them pockets, snatch them chains
n*ggas sweet like candy canes
These pussies better not play with gang
Lil dude will let that choppa rain
Catch them down bad at the red light
Put that b*tch to sleep
Diamondbacks, when we creep
Lil Rico gave that boy a drink
[Chorus]
It’s a green light, my n*ggas ain’t never stopped at stop signs
Go against the gang, blow this b*tch up like a landmine
My youngins shoot ‘em choppas
He threw away they Glock 9s
We struck a n*gga for 21,000, I ain’t call it Primetime
Got good aim, just like Dame done
If I draw down, n*ggas better run
Yeah Martin n*gga, we don’t do no speaking
Lil Junior with me, he a known tweaker
He rode in the cut and he’ll pop your top
Young Dexter, he mad, he’ll shoot at the opps
It’s a green light, pus*y, f*ck what it seem like?