T Time lyrics

[Intro]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the f*ck would I give a f*ck about a n*gga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same n*gga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry

[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the f*ck would I give a f*ck about a n*gga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same n*gga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that n*gga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
f*ckin' these hoes in designer, I'm f*ckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his sh*t back

[Verse 1]
He tried to take me off of Earth, but I am too slimy for him
Infrared beam, Lil Uzi Vert, he so infidel
I got the safe, just in the Cartel
Sellin' that crack with my n*ggas, like I ain't rich
Rippin' that dope and it got the new car smell
My n*ggas movin' that weight like a barbell
Ooh, this b*tch said she love me, my heart fell
Sike, I don't care 'bout no thot
I fell in love with a opp
Put tats on my face, so a n*gga can be ugly
But these b*tches they just still wanna f*ck me, because of my knots
I used to sleep on the cot
Now a n*gga in a penthouse, the top of the top
Got yo' b*tch on top of me
With my other b*tch in the front of me, givin' me top
Angelina Jolie once said I can't miss the shot
[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the f*ck would I give a f*ck about a n*gga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same n*gga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that n*gga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
f*ckin' these hoes in designer, I'm f*ckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his sh*t back

[Verse 2]
Striker car 8k
In a Scatpack, change the VIN, got a baby Draco in it
b*tch I'm so slimy I got my main ho in it
He don't even know, but you know she gon' go in it
I'ma still tell him this sh*t is 4L
That mean it's for life, I got n*ggas that's in the hood, you get some bodies
I got a cousin that got down syndrome
And he f*cking these thots, and he knock off they chromosomes
Motorola metro trap, I got three phones
Pull up a foreign, this sh*t got the key glowin' (Skrt)
I got a b*tch from Memphis, call her Key Glock
Five million dollars in bags, in the G spot
Zevtec on my waist with Adidas slides
I get so geeked up, I need me a Pedialyte
Missin' no n*gga, I got me a switch slide
Missin' no n*gga, I got me a switch slide
1600, Blood, b*tch, I got big ties
Cartier scope on the choppa, got four eyes
How the f*ck you with me, n*gga, play both sides
Eliantte, these are made with the E5
b*tch, this a Cullinan drop, not a T top
I know yo' b*tch a slow thot, I had T time
[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the f*ck would I give a f*ck about a n*gga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same n*gga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that n*gga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
f*ckin' these hoes in designer, I'm f*ckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his sh*t back