Sosamann - No Time lyrics
[Sosamann - No Time lyrics]
(Samurai) ooh, know what I’m saying
Samurai slice summer, hmm
Sosamann yeah, huh, ooh
Yeah, hey
First of all, believe nothing that you hear
Ayy believe half of what you see
I'm the young nigga that's as
Fresh as can be before I froze a bitch
I'll go and hit the streets
Feed her to the wolves
Let the whole pack eat
Call it bad drug and they 'bout to OD
Slice it up, Samurai on the beat
I'ma get money 'til I’m dead, capeesh? Ayy
Cheese on my head like a Packer
I said I'm a splash on a rapper, the cash
I just add up
Roll me some 'Woods and I took off to Saturn
I know me some stompers
Ain't talking 'bout cappers
Had to watch out for back stabbers, ayy
Nigga going up like a ladder, ooh
Bite the drip, tryna steal the pattern, ayy
Cut down on the lean 'cause
It fuck with my bladder
I cut off the ho, she was loose leaf
Pop out on a nigga like a loose teeth
Got clips on me like a movie
Nigga tripping, man must be off a roofie
Nigga tripping like the pipe got a new leak
Just me and my Glock, yeah, we two deep
And it's still fuck the cops
They ain't rest in peace
And these niggas funny
I call 'em Bill Bellamy
These niggas actors and they
Just come wannabes get to the green
Ain't talking 'bout celery
Come down your chimney
Shooting at the enemies
Pow pow pow, that is the end of him
Nigga got seasoned
Ain't talking 'bout cinnamon
Won’t touch a hair on my
Chin chin chinny chin
You serve J’s and I told them all, come again
Can’t fuck with him 'cause he feminine
Nigga good riddence
I hang with birds with no pictures, roosters
I'm a big hunter, a dawg that goes woof
Cock back the chopper and hang out the roof
Shoot in that bitch like an army of troops
Clean up the scene, nigga don’t leave a clue
I'm a gorilla but nigga
Don’t smoke the glue
Balling like Paul because I swear
That I'm the truth no Louisiana
I had to show that bitch the boot
Ooh, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time, what?
Why 12 tryna give me time?
Why the media telling lies?
Why the people tryna take my shine?
Did what? Man, the bitch ain't even mine
Life a street how I’m finna see the signs
Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind
Ooh, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time, ayy
Why 12 tryna give me time?
Why the media telling lies?
Why the people tryna take my shine?
Did what? Man, the bitch ain't even mine
Life a street how I’m finna see the signs
Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind
(Ooh, ooh) System tryna hit me
From the blind side
If you broke, gotta get up out of my ride
He a snake so I had to cut all ties
From the west, yeah
I grew up on the south side
In the leaf like a motherfucking cook sign
I’m the bomb like a motherfucking landmine
This bitch biting on my neck
She think she a vampire, ayy
Get to the cash and just rack it up, ooh
I catch 'em out
Then I just just smack 'em up
Load on the way, had to pack it up
The truck on the street
I told her to back it up
I got some shows on the calendar
I keep me a chopper
Not worried 'bout the scavengers
Find me a play down in Panama
He copped fifty bricks and then
Shipped them to Africa
Find where he stay, then we sliding in
Cross me a nigga just like Allen Iverson
Off the top rope, I was diving in
Why do they hate a young nigga from poverty?
I had them books like a college kid
Used to run in and commit a robbery
I played them streets like a violin
And keep me a chopper in case it get violent
Young nigga run from the sirens
I keep me a bitch and she badder than Kylie
I'm watching How High while I'm smoking on
I'm shooting my shot
Got me thinking I'm Kyrie
Shit on a nigga, treat him like a potty
Trap Sauce 'Wood, mix with Biscotti
Hanging with my twin, ain't talking siamese
Gotta watch the street 'cause
This shit get grimy, ayy
I stay in my lane, told him, stay out the way
He say he want beef
I'ma put him dead on the plate
Just came from Beenee Weenee's
Now I be eating steak
Benihibachi the food when it's getting late
Kick in my door with your face in the
More money, more problems, they coming
They ándale my bitch got them juices like
She work for Minute Maid
And the, they always got something to say
Ayy
Ooh, yeah i go so high with the stars
I play with white like piano keys
They tryna lock me in bars
But I ain't doing no panicking
Ooh, see what I'm saying?
Samurai slice summer, hmm
Sosamann yeah, huh, ooh
Yeah, hey
First of all, believe nothing that you hear
Ayy believe half of what you see
I'm the young nigga that's as
Fresh as can be before I froze a bitch
I'll go and hit the streets
Feed her to the wolves
Let the whole pack eat
Call it bad drug and they 'bout to OD
Slice it up, Samurai on the beat
I'ma get money 'til I’m dead, capeesh? Ayy
Cheese on my head like a Packer
I said I'm a splash on a rapper, the cash
I just add up
Roll me some 'Woods and I took off to Saturn
I know me some stompers
Ain't talking 'bout cappers
Had to watch out for back stabbers, ayy
Nigga going up like a ladder, ooh
Bite the drip, tryna steal the pattern, ayy
Cut down on the lean 'cause
It fuck with my bladder
I cut off the ho, she was loose leaf
Pop out on a nigga like a loose teeth
Got clips on me like a movie
Nigga tripping, man must be off a roofie
Nigga tripping like the pipe got a new leak
Just me and my Glock, yeah, we two deep
And it's still fuck the cops
They ain't rest in peace
And these niggas funny
I call 'em Bill Bellamy
These niggas actors and they
Just come wannabes get to the green
Ain't talking 'bout celery
Come down your chimney
Shooting at the enemies
Pow pow pow, that is the end of him
Nigga got seasoned
Ain't talking 'bout cinnamon
Won’t touch a hair on my
Chin chin chinny chin
You serve J’s and I told them all, come again
Can’t fuck with him 'cause he feminine
Nigga good riddence
I hang with birds with no pictures, roosters
I'm a big hunter, a dawg that goes woof
Cock back the chopper and hang out the roof
Shoot in that bitch like an army of troops
Clean up the scene, nigga don’t leave a clue
I'm a gorilla but nigga
Don’t smoke the glue
Balling like Paul because I swear
That I'm the truth no Louisiana
I had to show that bitch the boot
Ooh, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time, what?
Why 12 tryna give me time?
Why the media telling lies?
Why the people tryna take my shine?
Did what? Man, the bitch ain't even mine
Life a street how I’m finna see the signs
Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind
Ooh, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time, ayy
Why 12 tryna give me time?
Why the media telling lies?
Why the people tryna take my shine?
Did what? Man, the bitch ain't even mine
Life a street how I’m finna see the signs
Swear the system tryna hit me from the blind
(Ooh, ooh) System tryna hit me
From the blind side
If you broke, gotta get up out of my ride
He a snake so I had to cut all ties
From the west, yeah
I grew up on the south side
In the leaf like a motherfucking cook sign
I’m the bomb like a motherfucking landmine
This bitch biting on my neck
She think she a vampire, ayy
Get to the cash and just rack it up, ooh
I catch 'em out
Then I just just smack 'em up
Load on the way, had to pack it up
The truck on the street
I told her to back it up
I got some shows on the calendar
I keep me a chopper
Not worried 'bout the scavengers
Find me a play down in Panama
He copped fifty bricks and then
Shipped them to Africa
Find where he stay, then we sliding in
Cross me a nigga just like Allen Iverson
Off the top rope, I was diving in
Why do they hate a young nigga from poverty?
I had them books like a college kid
Used to run in and commit a robbery
I played them streets like a violin
And keep me a chopper in case it get violent
Young nigga run from the sirens
I keep me a bitch and she badder than Kylie
I'm watching How High while I'm smoking on
I'm shooting my shot
Got me thinking I'm Kyrie
Shit on a nigga, treat him like a potty
Trap Sauce 'Wood, mix with Biscotti
Hanging with my twin, ain't talking siamese
Gotta watch the street 'cause
This shit get grimy, ayy
I stay in my lane, told him, stay out the way
He say he want beef
I'ma put him dead on the plate
Just came from Beenee Weenee's
Now I be eating steak
Benihibachi the food when it's getting late
Kick in my door with your face in the
More money, more problems, they coming
They ándale my bitch got them juices like
She work for Minute Maid
And the, they always got something to say
Ayy
Ooh, yeah i go so high with the stars
I play with white like piano keys
They tryna lock me in bars
But I ain't doing no panicking
Ooh, see what I'm saying?