Time Over

Hey, I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up I kind of just called to hear your voice, so Your voice recording was enough I should hang up. What am I doing Um So, I feel kind of dumb, but, uh I miss you I had to realize these bitches ain't real I had to go and call my brodie, ask if niggas in the field I had to grab the new Glock to try and show him how it feel Big Glock, I'm tryn make his head, POP no pill Sipping on this Taylor Port it got me fucked up Freak bitch done came to the crib, I'm getting sucked up Only focus now is how to get my bucks up Called Tom he told me sit back and wait, we gon' be next up I've been busting bitches down like Miss Frizzle Heard you knocking niggas off that shit cap I had to giggle Real runtz you smoking boof Khris Middle Sending niggas to the sky, it ain't no need for a spital' Don't say we cool, my best friend Ben Frank Quick to turn your song off, that shit poop, Mr. Hank Niggas hoes writing statements Anne Frank Quick to slide with the chop and leave the whole scene blank I had to leave my old bitch, she like to beg New bitch, she came foreign and she nice with the head I've been plotting, trying to leave the city red I've been trying to figure out how I'ma leave these niggas dead Niggas lying for the views, niggas phony Put a bag on his head, and then I'm calling Lil' Tony I ain't mean to hit your bitch, but she was on me Three-Five inside my wood, I'm dropping clips like the Brodie Niggas talk, we coming black, Darth Vader Niggas sit up on the gram, but wonder why they got no paper Dead niggas in my wood, it's a facer I'm a grimy nigga, if I see your bitch, I'ma take her Yop