Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never On Time, artist - Quin Nfn.
Date of issue: 19.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never On Time |
We said he can’t hang for nothing |
We really came from hustlin |
I got lil partners they cross it back then as a youngin' when I got a name and |
got and buzzin' (they came) |
I done grew up and made niggas hate me I was really 8 deep on the floor with my |
cousins |
I’m strapped with that iron blow it like some AC call it Quin KD when you see |
me I’m clutchin (bow bow bow) |
I had to get to it |
Ain’t complaining bout nothing I get through it |
Lotta starvin at night I done been through it |
Play the cut watch them young niggas spin to it we making spin music |
We don’t do politics |
Playing close if you fuck with the opposite |
Sending 'bows to lil bro on my momma shit |
Baby 9 known to shoot like Stojaković (bow bow bow) |
From the dirt to the TV |
Wide body whip, a GT (damn) |
Cartier watches with VVs |
I was on feet tryna pass out a CD |
They ain’t believe me now the like how we paid |
I gotta move with my heat like I’m D-Wade |
Copped two 30's now I’m startin' to see things |
Might buy my son whatever if he behave |
We tryna go get the sack for the family so we be in the streets steady tryna |
get active |
Can’t never wife me a bitch but in love with these 50's and 100's I find them |
attractive |
Switches on switches these hoes automatic |
He got clapped down without even reacting |
Stand on that business ain’t no way around it bring sum to the table and get |
you a fraction (yuh) |
Get trophy and split it with all us |
F&N hit his chest make him ball up |
I was blessed you can’t tell me it’s all luck |
Take him on a high speed if I’m caught up |
I know he talk tough but these niggas don’t got it these niggas cap as a hoe |
they ain’t nobody |
I got a moneybag on me like Yo Gotti |
Don’t ever say that you do if you don’t got it (whole lotta money on me) |
Walk in the spot with some fitness |
Took a few L’s but the taught me a lesson |
Now I’m on top of the turkey like dressin' |
Young niggas slide send 'em right to the Reverend |
Came out the 4 now I’m labeled a legend |
Down on my dick I couldn’t pay for a session |
Now when you see me I’m flexing this paper a fetish |
Whole lotta sliding a whole lotta news |
Whole lotta pink 50's whole lotta blues |
Whole lotta watches a whole lotta jewels (ay) |
How you gon' fix somethin and don’t got a tool? |
(ay) |
You at your bitch house and don’t got a room |
10 just to step out in designer shoes (ay) |
Go grab the mop since we don’t got a broom |
We gon' beat up the Glock we don’t play by the rules |
Yuh yuh, play by the rules yuh |
Fans been on my ass tellin' me «drop this shit, this shit ain’t never on time» |
But it still come every time, it’s fuckin hard |
Yuh yuh |