Polo G - No Time Wasted (feat. Future) lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Polo G - No Time Wasted feat. Future lyrics]

Uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up
I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces
Uh in them foreigns racin'
Best make it count
Make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team
That was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything
That's hard to take in (Uh uh uh)

Ayy, look, i do this shit for all my
Guys that got put under
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer
Them guns spit thunder one shot and he dead
Call that bitch the one-hit wonder
No, we don't aim for legs
Tryna make it hot all summer
As a small kid, I used to want an H2 Hummer
My uncle did a bid
They could've gave him football numbers
I went from Mandrake daily tryna
Work on my jumper
Now it's gang-gang, we stay on top
Of shit like a plunger, uh
Old heads can't trick us
Drop rakes and we flick up
Blow his face, get zipped up
Ambulance pick up
Uh, red cups full of liquor
Let lead bust for my niggas
Come through and tear it
Up with them blickers
I really fed all of my killers

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up
I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces
Uh in them foreigns racin'
Best make it count
Make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team
That was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything
That's hard to take in (Uh uh uh)

Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money 'cause
I ain't got no patience
I'm with my team 'cause they
Cook niggas like bacon
I did my thing trappin' out the spot
It was vacant
Lil' nigga in jail stabbin' shit up
Like he Jason, uh, uh, uh
Run in a Porsche with some
Horses like I'm racin'
Bitch so bad look photoshopped when she naked
Made it out the jungle where
They scorchin' and blazin'
My dog get money and I get money
It's contagious
Went from a trapper to livin' like a popstar
I done got so rich I'm
Feedin' my lil' kids caviar
My bitch don't want for shit
She get whatever she want
My shooter walk you down, stand over you
Make sure it's done

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up
I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces
Uh in them foreigns racin'
Best make it count
Make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team
That was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything
That's hard to take in (Uh uh uh)

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