7Side, Hunna, Shakk, MITCHO - About Time lyrics
[7Side, Hunna, Shakk, MITCHO - About Time lyrics]
5ive
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Rucksack full of cash, racks
You can never make it back
The paigons get me mad
Might just have to catch me an at
Back it out never lack
Run up a check that's kilos and cash
Designer we got tags
(Tags) , money, we got fans (Fans)
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Rucksack full of cash, racks
But you can never make it back
In the bando I'm makin' some bands, bands
You ain't ever seen a stack
Me and broski, up in the trap, keep it lowkey
Twenty-eight views, it's a whole Z
We just went global, they know me
Fresh out the wok house
That's free all the guys
That's doin' up basic
No free flow, no nino, preein' my life
Watch the page flip
Now your bitch she's tryna taste this
That's me and Hunna up in spaceships
Ayy, check the latest, Insta' poppin'
Now we famous
Pour me a four, takin' trips like a tour
Do it for my broski of course
It's breakin' the law, work just came
In raw, yeah I'm hittin' sales, door to door
They ain't see what I saw, your boyfriend
Is a fraud, see, I'm trappin' hard
I can get bored up
Ah-ee, see, I'm trappin' hard
I can get bored
Got bit's of both, bro's wrist be on froze
Courtesy of them bowls
Got me some green, got me
Some green like I'm Hulk
Flyin' birds out the O (Got some green)
Trip out the lean, got me
A pack of some weed
Another pack for the road
Trip out the lean, got me
A pack of some weed
Another pack for the road
Rucksack full of cash, we ain't like him
Me and Hunna be trappin'
Pebblin' food intro crack, that's a mad ting
Check the stats we ain't cappin'
Reloads, bring it back we ain't
Actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Reloads, bring it back we ain't
Actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Told her get out of her feelings
(Feelings)
Dipped him for no reason (No reason)
When I pull up, i ain't speakin' 'cause this
Shit's gettin' heated (Heated)
Bring your friend, it's a threesome
We gettin' lit on a weekend
Ayy, gettin' lit on a weekend
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Jugg for my fam, my slime
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Rucksack full of cash, racks
You can never make it back
The paigons get me mad
Might just have to catch me an at
Back it out never lack
Run up a check that's kilos and cash
Designer we got tags
(Tags) , money, we got fans (Fans)
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Rucksack full of cash, racks
But you can never make it back
In the bando I'm makin' some bands, bands
You ain't ever seen a stack
Me and broski, up in the trap, keep it lowkey
Twenty-eight views, it's a whole Z
We just went global, they know me
Fresh out the wok house
That's free all the guys
That's doin' up basic
No free flow, no nino, preein' my life
Watch the page flip
Now your bitch she's tryna taste this
That's me and Hunna up in spaceships
Ayy, check the latest, Insta' poppin'
Now we famous
Pour me a four, takin' trips like a tour
Do it for my broski of course
It's breakin' the law, work just came
In raw, yeah I'm hittin' sales, door to door
They ain't see what I saw, your boyfriend
Is a fraud, see, I'm trappin' hard
I can get bored up
Ah-ee, see, I'm trappin' hard
I can get bored
Got bit's of both, bro's wrist be on froze
Courtesy of them bowls
Got me some green, got me
Some green like I'm Hulk
Flyin' birds out the O (Got some green)
Trip out the lean, got me
A pack of some weed
Another pack for the road
Trip out the lean, got me
A pack of some weed
Another pack for the road
Rucksack full of cash, we ain't like him
Me and Hunna be trappin'
Pebblin' food intro crack, that's a mad ting
Check the stats we ain't cappin'
Reloads, bring it back we ain't
Actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Reloads, bring it back we ain't
Actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Told her get out of her feelings
(Feelings)
Dipped him for no reason (No reason)
When I pull up, i ain't speakin' 'cause this
Shit's gettin' heated (Heated)
Bring your friend, it's a threesome
We gettin' lit on a weekend
Ayy, gettin' lit on a weekend
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash
Swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends
Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide
Prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on
My grind, jugg for my fam, my slime
Jugg for my fam, my slime