Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain’t Got Time, artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain’t Got Time |
| Zaytoven |
| Whole lotta gang shit going on in this motherfucka |
| SOB x RBE shit |
| Shout out my nigga Zaytoven |
| And I still remember days when I was doing bad |
| Lil' bro just dropped the mask and did him bad |
| We had to do the dash |
| Never gave a pass and never will |
| T.O. |
| been bound and drilled |
| No heart up in that field |
| Don’t you know love will get you killed? |
| It get crazy baby |
| When we hit your city like the navy baby |
| Shit get mainey baby |
| But don’t trip 'cause it’s all gravy baby |
| Pray the lord save me and come take me if he choose to take me |
| I ain’t from the Crest but ask about me, we’ll do 'em janky |
| The streets talking, we them niggas that you heard about |
| Nigga once your name up in them statements you can’t blur it out |
| Like damn why brodie speaking, got me creeping with this Gleek |
| And I ain’t graduate but I got my diploma in these streets |
| And don’t a day go by when a nigga ain’t high |
| What’s the use of the truth if I can’t tell a lie |
| Barely made it out alive, he was born in that fire |
| So we ride, with that fire |
| Push the line, With that fire |
| Another day, another show, I ain’t got time baby |
| I’ve been having real shit up on my mind lately |
| Busted on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby |
| You either slide or do the don’t when it gets time baby |
| We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come |
| Thought he was a real nigga but he not one |
| And we ain’t going in the house 'til we drop some |
| I’ll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come |
| One whip, four sticks when we bend blocks |
| Big Glock, big chop when we send shots |
| Make a bitch kiss this dick I don’t lip lock |
| A grimey nigga with these diamonds watch me drip drop |
| I remember I was broke, nigga rock bottom |
| Pop a nigga with this Glock, then pop my collar |
| Slimmy motherfucking B, I’m the dun dada |
| If baby wanna eat this dick I need top dollar (Lil' Bitch) |
| You can smell these Runts on me bitch I’m the loudest |
| If that money called then a nigga rerouting |
| When I’m off that Heen I be gigging, clowning |
| Ice bitch diamonds in my grill got me smiling |
| Send a bond on this Gleezy this bitch hold fifty |
| Best friends with that Drake' but I don’t know Drizzy |
| It’s a Glock on everybody and they hold plenty |
| The real G-Unit bitch but I don’t know 50 |
| Lil' Nigga |
| Another day, another show, I ain’t got time baby |
| I’ve been having real shit up on my mind lately |
| Busted on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby |
| You either slide or do the down when it gets time baby |
| We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come |
| Thought he was a real nigga but he not one |
| And we ain’t going in the house 'til we drop some |
| I’ll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come |
| I’m off Heen, percs and Runts, bitch I’m hella on |
| She like it with the lights on so I hit her with my bezel on |
| Clip so long, shoot for half an hour, bitch an episode |
| The dogs I got don’t love to find no Frisbee, they all fetching souls |
| Five grams of all flavors and this Russian Cream |
| Sick to my stomach King will never meet his uncle Shied |
| I’m in court, pants sagging I ain’t tucking tees |
| And still be blowing money fast like I fuck with meeze |
| We can take a trip out the country, it’s nothing baby |
| Woulda thought this bitch was mental how she fuck me crazy |
| Bury your ass alive, he want smoke? |
| Then we gon' undertake him |
| Born in '97 but I’m dope like I was from the 80's |
| Let a nigga step on these Balenci’s and get beat on |
| Pop my collar and tell her something nice to get my P on |
| Lil' baby thought my hoody spelled out love, naw bitch this Vlone |
| She know that pussy good that shit ain’t take me nothing but three strokes |
| Another day, another show, I ain’t got time baby |
| I’ve been having real shit up on my mind lately |
| Busted on him 'cause your nigga out of line baby |
| You either slide or do the down when it gets time baby |
| We be thuggin' outside 'til the cops come |
| Thought he was a real nigga but he not one |
| And we ain’t going in the house 'til we drop some |
| I’ll be right here with my brothers 'til that time come |