IMMA NEED A MINUTE

Gimme a second, nah, fuck it, aye

Gimme a minute, ain't nothing mane

Gimme like three, got a lot to say

Finna show you what I'm bout today

Sniff a lil K with my Chardonnay

Grip a lil K, butterfly the blade

Blick with a beam and new leather, it's cream

On the model no 3, with a hundred k, aye, aye

You know Saliva boy, the boy to shoot em

Yeah, I been balling, I ain't never neutered

You don't got none, you a fucking eunuch

Gimme any drug, I'll fucking move it

Ain't a thang to call my 44

Yeah, that's my shooter for the low-low

Like Pistol Pete behind the backhoe

I dig the grave, I drive the backhoe

Pussy motherfucker won't run it

Talk bout your bread but you beg for a hundred

Aye, aye, never gon cut it

Boy, you a clown, and you know I'm above IT

Aye, aye, whipping a beam

Early 2000, you thinking you mean

Aye, aye, above the mean

Stick to the paper, I'm burning my cheese

Ain't about no fucking action

Ain't packing nada

Y'all be eating what I'm scrapping

Llenar tu panza

Let the chopper get to clapping

Lead with some copper

All around me fucking capping

I ain't bothered

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, what

Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, what

Aye, aye, aye, yeah, what, aye, aye

It's that motherfucking wild

Sally boy up out the south

Spit that fire, spit that bile

While my head up in the clouds

Got my lung full of loud

Got them pounds in a pile

Boutta cop a hundred bars

Mane it really been a while

Boutta pull up, finna slide on em, put they God on it

End up under tires, homie if you lied on it

Boy, ain't no surprise when I cut them ties for it

Keep my circle smaller than your fucking bank account boy

Sleeping through the day, mane

Fuck the noise, I really need some quiet

I don't listen to no music, ride around to ease my mind

Y'all ain't thinking, just some fuck boys, ain't never had no life

Boy, complain bout my success, ain't nothing but a fucking

Baby, baby

Baby ass bitch, what the fuck you really crying for?

Boy, your life shit, you ain't got nothing to die for

Easier than a bitch, I do this shit with my eyes closed

I done got rich, now my wallet need some lipo

You know I'm in the 804

I ain't never leaving, I done copped a crib with a moat

Boy you slow (Boy you slow)

Pussy gave you the code

You gon rob me for my shit

Leave you leaking and broke, whatchu know?

Bout the infinite system that make you think that you living

This shit ain't nothing, can't fix it

So why you screaming and kicking?

Go fuck the asses you kissing, you pussy

Need the permission to speak your mind or your vision, aye

(Finna slide on em, put they God on it)

(End up under tires, homie if you lied on it)

(Boy, ain't no surprise when I cut them ties for it)

(Keep my circle smaller than your fucking bank account boy)