waste no time - no savage lyrics
[intro]
hundreds
(ain’t that the n*gga rico?)
uh, mob, uh
mob, uh
n*ggas ain’t playing
uh, yeah
uh, uh, ah, ah
uh, i ain’t got no time
mob, uh, and i ain’t waiting no time
mob, uh
[chorus]
n*gga i don’t waste no time, i’ma do it like the man so you know i can’t play sh*t
where i’m from it ain’t safe b*tch, let a n*gga try to run then you know he n*gga get chased b*tch
i ain’t tryna catch a case b*tch, people label me a goat so i gotta be great b*tch
i ain’t taking no break b*tch, n*gga think sh*t a game i’ma let off the drac’ b*tch
people saying i’m a goat b*tch, you ain’t never had your pole you ain’t never tried to smoke sh*t
never hit a block trying to hop out and blow sh*t
stay on my ten i ain’t bowing to no b*tch
you love that b*tch and she sucking on bro d*ck (uh)
chop with thе glock and i shoot like a pro b*tch (uh)
we in the trap with sixty or morе b*tch
watch where you step we got coke on the floor b*tch
[verse]
young n*ggas hit the club with me i get ’em in
f*ck a i.d. b*tch you know that we getting in
drum on the glock, the clip wasn’t fitting in
i ain’t mike epps but i’m all about benjamins
p*ssy*ass n*gga just keep being feminine
pull on they block with the drac’ and hit ten of them
young n*gga dissing i can’t wait to get with them
don’t care where we at, i’m hitting you and your men
fishing the opp, i’m spinning their bend bend
sticks in the black truck i’m with my big men
screaming out “mob” b*tch i set a big trend
i got the five*seven that’s a fn
told me she hate me i f*cked on her best friend
b*tches be knocking they never get let in
she want the d*ck cool, give me the neck then
you don’t eat d*ck cool, you my new pet then
i’m with the mob, my name in the street
is it ’cause i’m thugging or f*cking up a beat?
you could get dogged barking up the wrong tree
i got the fifty in the seat
that n*gga walking with his man uh
they getting fifty a piece
we trap the hardest on the yo block, uh
we selling coke through the east
i made the money from using the scale
hang out the window and let off them sh*lls
we on the yo with the pounds and bales
he ain’t dmg he ain’t catching no sales
we run it up and we did it off sales
givenchy amiri don’t do ysl
sinning everyday but i ain’t gon’ tell
he gotta die ’cause he know what’s coming through the mail (uh)
talk to my youngings but none of them listening
i want the vvs’ shining and glistening
f*cking different b*tches bending and drilling it
the sh*t that i rap about i’m really living it
i f*ck up any beat don’t care if i’m feeling it
i sleep on his house in the car i just sit in it
it’s just me and bro in the car with two gl!cks in it
we taxed his ass then we started hitting it
[chorus]
n*gga i don’t waste no time, i’ma do it like the man so you know i can’t play sh*t
where i’m from it ain’t safe b*tch, let a n*gga try to run then you know he n*gga get chased b*tch
i ain’t tryna catch a case b*tch, people label me a goat so i gotta be great b*tch
i ain’t taking no break b*tch, n*gga think sh*t a game i’ma let off the drac’ b*tch
people saying i’m a goat b*tch, you ain’t never had your pole you ain’t never tried to smoke sh*t
never hit a block trying to hop out and blow sh*t
stay on my ten i ain’t bowing to no b*tch
you love that b*tch and she sucking on bro d*ck (uh)
chop with the glock and i shoot like a pro b*tch (uh)
we in the trap with sixty or more b*tch
watch where you step we got coke on the floor b*tch
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