Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Time, artist - Project YounginDate of issue: 27.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Time |
| Project Youngin, man |
| Quando Rondo, nigga |
| Lil Tre, I got you, lil' bruh |
| Big 6, ho |
| Lil' Project Youngin, man, can’t tell me nothin', man |
| RIP Boolah, RIP Bighead, man (Youngin, ho) |
| BBG shit, man, free Fossy, man |
| 'Til you free, I love you, bruh, I swear to God I do, I miss you |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Bitch, I’m on the grind, and I ain’t got no time to be wastin' |
| I’m tryna make it, yeah |
| And I’ll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it |
| Oh, nigga can’t be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah |
| I know these niggas, they be hatin' |
| But I’m still on that block shit |
| Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit |
| Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don’t pop shit |
| They don’t know my pain |
| Tey don’t know my struggle |
| Many nights on that block before I bubble |
| Beezy had me up on Cleveland tryna make it double |
| The spot got hot, avoiding 'trol and gettin' in trouble |
| I worked too hard for this |
| I sold a lot of hard for this |
| Seen my first ten thousand, still wasn’t smiling |
| 'Cause I knew that I’d go far with this |
| These niggas wasn’t grindin' how I was grindin' |
| Now they seen me shinin', these big ass diamonds |
| Call it perfect timing |
| Who would’ve ever thought lil' Youngin make it this far rhymin'? |
| Now I made it and they hatin', I’ma shit on everybody who tried me |
| Bitch, I’m on the grind, and I ain’t got no time to be wastin' |
| I’m tryna make it, yeah |
| And I’ll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it |
| Oh, nigga can’t be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah |
| I know these niggas, they be hatin' |
| But I’m still on that block shit |
| Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit |
| Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don’t pop shit |
| If rap don’t work, it’s back to hittin' licks |
| Niggas be on some dissing shit |
| Glock-42, when I up it, swear I ain’t missin' shit |
| Tryna stack up these benjamins |
| Since a youngin, been a project baby |
| Glock-42 ain’t got no safety |
| My grandma was the candy lady |
| I swear every day I’m paper chasin' |
| The youngins say I’m motivation |
| Get me now, I’ll get you later |
| Niggas, they always want a favor |
| Expressing love, I don’t know 'bout that |
| My feelings, put 'em in the trash |
| A hundred, got that shit in cash |
| If I go broke, I’m goin' to that mask |
| Fifty bands, that’s on this tape line |
| My pistol, that’s on my waistline |
| They claim heaven got a phone, I wanna see Quaffy on FaceTime |
| Audemar Piguet, I’ma get it so I don’t waste time |
| Tell 'em Project Youngin, hah |
| Bitch, I’m on the grind, and I ain’t got no time to be wastin' |
| I’m tryna make it, yeah |
| And I’ll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it |
| Oh, nigga can’t be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah |
| I know these niggas, they be hatin' |
| But I’m still on that block shit |
| Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit |
| Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don’t pop shit |
| Rap don’t pop shit, hey |
| Lil' Project Youngin, man, can’t tell me nothin', man, yeah |
| Worked too hard for this |