Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio (God I love this sample) We´re going to dance And exercise
And have some fun
I ain´t got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, lookin´ like a seminar Who the fuck you talkin´ to motherfucka? Boy I ain´t got tiiiime for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch lookin´ for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? Boy I ain´t got time
Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can´t believe it That I got this car, so I took scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First... (Happy birthday!!!)
You bitch ass nigga yep, I´m thirstay The little shots that you threw, they ain´t hurt me I ain´t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place
I ain´t got tiiiime for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, lookin´ like a seminar Who the fuck you talkin´ to motherfucka? Boy I ain´t got tiiiime for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch lookin´ for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? Boy I ain´t got time
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they´ll bow to me But, you a house nigga, so you don´t know How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair Cuz´ you already know how slow my shit grow
(Hey) Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock
Been the man with a bigger plan Niggas know the deal When I set upon, bet I get a 100 mil´
Next line, I´ll have em´ like woah I´ve been kissing white boys since 2004 One need to See three Ms Four, five, six years ago Suck selling figure Conversations with Converse finalized, ´cause Vans fucked up I´mma be common, so you gon´ need commas Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain´t did nada You ain´t important I´mma keep sporting All Smiles Over Here Shout out to The Garden (Tick tock) And, I just handle all my business like a chess board (Tick tock, tick, tock) And them golf boys, that´s my muthafuckin´ set boy
Hard to swallow like some thick soda Walk wit´ it, ´cause my pockets look like thick Yoda Do the Skywalker, riding round´ sola And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola Getting neck from the ball like some big shoulders Til´ I bust like that 9 in your heat holster Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster And I bred orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa Green bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa It´s that thick odor Young money T Young fuckers, black boy, oh silly me (I ain´t got time!)
Better talk shit
´Cause I´m either in my Cons or my Golf shit Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe down A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down (Boy I ain´t got time!) To be sittin´ here right now ´Cause niggas dying every day And I ain´t light brown And i-D ain´t wanna give a nigga no pose So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue (Nigga I ain´t got time!)
Listen man I´m dat boy All you lil niggas clones, boy I feel dat boy You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth Tick, Tock