Time I'm On

Lyrics

Three, man
 Dubba-AA flexin'
 AI
 Louie Bandz made another one
 I ain't never did that, nah
 Why you acting like that? Nah
 I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
 This is the sound
 I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
 Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
 Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
 These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
 Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
 I been tryna make it through the headphones
 You see me when I came in, I was all alone
 Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
 Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
 Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
 Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
 These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
 Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
 Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hunnids in my jeans
 I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
 Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
 I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
 No more sleeping on Montana couch
 With a chopper somewhere close around
 I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now
 I got platinum plaques around the house
 I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all
 I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
 Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
 Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
 These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
 Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
 I been tryna make it through the headphones
 You see me when I came in, I was all alone
 Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
 Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
 Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
 Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
 These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
 I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way
 I don't play, hundred rounds
 hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
 This a new Maybach seat
 Go back, more space, right between us, an ice tray
 Audemar rose gold
 I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
 Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it's flashy
 I come straight up out the streets, ain't no pretending, no acting
 I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy
 I'm still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets
 Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
 I been tryna make it through the headphones
 You see me when I came in, I was all alone
 Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
 Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
 Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
 Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
 These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
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 This is the sound
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:12
Key
7
Tempo
160 BPM

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