Aint Got time Lyrics Yung Sinn Young Nudy
Lyrics of Ain’t Got Time by Yung Sinn & Young Nudy, Song Ain’t Got time Lyrics written by Yung Sinn & Young Nudy. While its music Given by TeezyOnTheBoards.
Ain’t Got time Lyrics
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, the menace
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Jumped off the porch with
no guns but I’ma still
break in (Yeah)
Them bushes outside
your house, yeah,I was
sittin’ right in there,
waitin’Big brother spinnin’
if you try a thing
(Frrt) We pop the hotbox
in apartment, finna?
he play He ran up on
the scene,he got some
heart,that lil’ nigga
brave My gun raw, Ruger,
smashed his ass on
the fuckin’play (Every day)
I fucked that ho like same
time,she still can’t
call me bae (Slatt)
We ain’t goin’ for shit,
we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’,
I ain’t got time today
(Yung Sinn) Real deal
crossover,I can shoot a
nigga how they shoot a
three (Yeah)I jump in
the water head first,
I ain’t even usin’
my feet (That’s bool)
These niggas peons,
I’ma put the lil’ bitch
on fleek (Yeah) Walked down
with like three guns,
we ain’t goin’ for
nothin’ my G (Please)
Yeah, yeah I’m with the
whole set (Spinnin’)
Whole game and now a
nigga done played,this out of
the deal(Stupid) Yeah,
we speedin’Bought the coupe,
the MountCrest (Skrr)
You don’t shoot from
Neiman (Yeah)I got a shooter
complex(Grrah)Got out,
I was tweakin’(Yeah),
I might rob you for your
Rolex (Uh)Nigga, it’s that
season,we gon’snatch his
ass up out that ‘Vette
These niggas stupid,
we gon’ play with that young
nigga,just like chess I know
some Colombians,they cuttin’
throats from neck to neck
(Yeah)We done slid on a
lot of shit,we ain’t gon’ say
shit (No rap)I stood ten
in the cell,I’m just gon’
keepit a brick (No cap)
He ain’t my kin, I’ma drive
down on his ass with
Chris (Yeah)Big Cartier lens,
I can still see the hatin’
bitch (Uh)That nigga
gon’ tell So I just
pole’d up, got the drank
from ATL (A vibe) That nigga
died from a greywound ’
cause he was frail (Yeah)
Yeah, all-star soldiers,
livin’ in [?] (Bliss, bliss)
Yeah, all-star shooter,
givin’ ’em hell (Yeah, yeah)
Jumped off the porch
with no guns but I’ma still
break in (Yeah)Them bushes
outside your house,yeah,
I was sittin’right in there,
waitin’Big brother spinnin’
if you try a thing (Frrt)
We pop the hotbox
in apartment,finna [?],
he play He ran up on
the scene,he got some
heart,that lil’ nigga
brave My gun raw, Ruger,
smashed his asson the
fuckin’play (Every day)
I fucked that ho like same
time,she still can’t
call me bae (Slatt, huh?)
We ain’t goin’ for shit,
we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’,
I ain’t got time today
(Yung Sinner, uh-huh,
Big Slime)I’m ?
the Draco,big J body Slime
(Draco)My own crush,
I’m whippin’ still
Man, I watch it break
your ass in hell (Spinnin’)
Stay on the block,
you know I stay posted,
East Atlanta my hood
(My hood)Stay in the
trench,that’s all the time,
they say, “Slimeball,
you shine”(You shine,
yeah, uh, yeah)
I guess I’m doin’
some shit they never could
(They couldn’t)
I guess I’m touchin’
more money these niggas
ever have(Ever have)
I remember I was down
in dirt and ooh,
I was on my ass
(On my ass)Promise you
(I promise you)
That these folks will
never understand
(I swear)I keep it real
(Promise you),
I keep it silent,
shut up in a brick
(Yeah)You need me?
I come with my stick (Word)
I’ll never leave you out
to dry,unless you nigga
not my twin (you)
I don’t fake kick it,
not my friend
(Nah, ha, for real)
We gon’ cross ’em out,
that’s out the end
(We gon’ cross ’em out,
that’s out the end)
When I plot, you know
I plot to win
(You know I plot,
you know I plot to win)
If it’s smoke with me,
somebody gotta die ’
cause it’ll never end
(It’ll never end)
I’m gon’ kill your ass,
nigga (Yeah)
Then I’ll [?] on me,
nigga (Gone, nigga)
I don’t, I don’t understand
nothin’ else, on God
(For real)
I’m gon’ smoke that nigga
Jumped off the porch with
no guns but I’ma still
break in Them bushes
outside your house, yeah,
I was sittin’ right
in there, waitin’
Big brother spinnin’
if you try a thing We pop
the hotbox in apartment,
finna?, he play
He ran up on the scene,
he got some heart, that lil’
nigga brave My gun raw,
Ruger, smashed his ass on
the fuckin’ play
I fucked that ho
like same time,
she still can’t call me
bae We ain’t goin’ for shit,
we ain’t cuffin’ nothin’,
I ain’t got time today
