Lyrics Time For - Quando Rondo

Time For

Soaked up the gang from all the emojis, told me blast first
He woulda put a bitch before me, I put cash first
From the way I’m in and out that gym, call me McGregor
The perfect caption for my picture, nothing regular, regular
Why you haven’t been here in my
'Cause I ain’t got time for it, I’m tryna from day to night, this not Tom Ford
This Off-White on my feet, I’m rockin' shit they cannot afford
Shootin' guns when it was nice, you know we had us a lot of swords
I got the sack, fucked it up twice but you know I got a lotta more
Read you a story on my life, I swear to God that’s a lot of stories
Life’s a gamble, you roll the dice, I hope I bring back a 9 to 4
We rode the block from day to night, we used to work from 'bout 9 to 4
He let off shots right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord
She like «QPac, why you don’t love me?"I told shawty I ain’t dyin' for her
Two double cups, I’m sippin' bubbly when we walk in designer stores
That brand new Draco hold a whole hunnid
I swear to God that I still got a lotta old hunnids
I just wanna Crip, blue, six, so hunnid
I just wanna make a quick flip, more money
They know Big Peezy break his wrist cookin' over the stove runnin'
Was on my back with no gelato, always smokin' your
They know the rims be Forgiato, reason that these hoes love me
I apologize in the Double R where I spill purple potions
The seats specific chosen, in the Pacific Ocean I’m drownin' deep in the water
I led my team to four wins then pass the ball to Miss Carter
Oh why a imperfect flower never grow in the garden?
He reminisce, he get this thottie, left his heart in the projects
Marvelous sing from the sky, I’m born to fly that’s my daughter
She see the tiger in my eye, I look at her, see two dinosaurs
Inshallah, I got that bag now, steady pray to the Lord
Run him down with the Glock in my hand, jump out gang just jumped out that new
Porsche
Doing dirt on the block, tryna make up a plan, just so we can live galore
And I hit a thot in a room with her friends gripping on my extension chord
If I give that location, I’m droppin' the guap then the neighborhood gon' come
and kick your door
She call me Jodi, she my Jodeci like I’m her baby boy
Just sent a letter to lil' Leaky talkin' 'bout his baby boy
If I don’t tote that big 4 make money gon' take your baby boy
Lil' Grey got introduced to sixties, ever since, knew what it was
And it ain’t no «if"before the fame, they knew when I was off the porch