C1 - Time Will Tell lyrics

It's Project X
Ghosty

LT district live with bro (Live)
I'm in the bando, breakin' bit's
When my bros are down for a risk
(Yes)
Bally up quick then I’m shoutin' "Skid"
(T)
You can’t tell me shit
Just do it like Nike and that’s one tick
They think they glide, deluded pricks
(Fuckers)
I was always trouble like Swift
I’m a LT tug, let it bark like a bitch (Bow)
We decide 'round here, can’t switch (No)
I’m with S if you wanna throw
Fist, but we got shanks
So take that risk
(Take)
I can’t sleep on a job, you’re licked


Buzzin', something might just get wigged
(Bow)
How many times have we been in that strip?
Never mind that 'cause we don’t see shit
Ever since, got whacked that day
I ain’t heard none of that paigon shit
(Nothin')
Still skid like Tokyo Drift
You don’t wanna be the first one picked
(No, you don't)
She moves mad 'cause it's Rais' I drink
But she drinks it too, brucks it
And squints
(Uh)
Can’t tell Mum what I done in a sink (Never)
Ten on a kettle, watch that one fizz (Fizz)
Time will tell that my name's Young Dizz
I don’t hear 'bout them man bangin'
They're all likkle yutes, no kids
No time for the lies and fibs
Just slide in two, let that one split
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I done it one time and I never said nothin'
I already know where Wandsworth is
I always will for my bros, no Smith (Smith)
We got S bells upfront
And they got MJ locked on the wing
(Free MJ)
All I know is jump in the ride and
Slap and stop when the mash goes "Ping"
(Ping)
B1 still walks with his, so test his temper
Splash and ching
(Ching)
Anywhere it goes on them man, see
Man live and play my match
Don’t SIM
(SIM, never)

Bro's in love with the spin-spin ting
Man just called him a cowboy
(A cowboy)
Let’s not talk 'bout the shotgun ting 'cah
That one there makes a mad noise
(Bow, bow)
We can’t say no to the glidin' ting
(No) , rude boy, we ain't got choice (No)
We still gotta chase from the gun boys
(Gun boys)
And we still get 'round with mad toys
(Mad toys)
Bro's in love with the spin-spin ting
Man just called him a cowboy
(A cowboy)
Let’s not talk 'bout the shotgun ting 'cah
That one there makes a mad noise
(Bow, bow)
We can’t say no to the glidin' ting
(No) , rude boy, we ain't got choice (No)
We still gotta chase from the gun boys
(Gun boys)
And we still get 'round with mad toys
(Mad toys)

I remember that day so clear, so ments
(Ments)
They got away once, can’t happen again
(Again)
A lot of man did by Simon Says (By Simon)
Most of them man been saved by feds
(It's feds)
It’s nothin' to do it again
I’ve seen a white tee get soaked up red
(Soaked)
Control the centre of the park like Fred
(Like Fred)
Always the haters to watch man spend (Spend)
And they ain’t spent bags on skengs
Golden boot, gotta give it to M (M, M)
That day, every man had 'chetes
The opps got knifed, shout C and Sevs
(Fuck the feds)
Any two, bro, Slim's got a rev
Hundred pounds, put a paigon to rest
Look at the Rambzy buyin' a 'chetes
Suttin' got smoked and they
Look for the ref'
(For the ref')
Boys get scored pon, can't talk on C
We’re jumpin' out on IC3's
(These dickheads)
It’s peak when the mandem roll up
It’s only heads, can’t smoke at knees (No)
This four door truck is peak, I’m with D-Lo
And we’re doin' up speed
(We're skiddin')
We’re still servin' food to the fiends
Everyone tryna live that lifestyle dream
(Dream, fuck it)

Bro's in love with the spin-spin ting
Man just called him a cowboy
(A cowboy)
Let’s not talk 'bout the shotgun ting 'cah
That one there makes a mad noise
(Bow, bow)
We can’t say no to the glidin' ting
(No) , rude boy, we ain't got choice (No)
We still gotta chase from the gun boys
(Gun boys)
And we still get 'round with mad toys
(Mad toys)
Bro's in love with the spin-spin ting
Man just called him a cowboy
(A cowboy)
Let’s not talk 'bout the shotgun ting 'cah
That one there makes a mad noise
(Bow, bow)
We can’t say no to the glidin' ting
(No) , rude boy, we ain't got choice (No)
We still gotta chase from the gun boys
(Gun boys)
And we still get 'round with mad toys
(Mad toys)

Bro's in love with the spin-spin ting
Man just called him a cowboy
Let’s not talk 'bout the shotgun ting 'cah
That one there makes a mad noise
We can’t say no to the glidin' ting
(No) , rude boy, we ain't got choice
We still gotta chase from the gun boys
And we still get 'round with
It's Project X
Ghosty