Control The Time (feat. Dogwood)

Ooh No (No) Woah Control the time Control the time Ooh No Control the time Control the time I don't want to leave this world Ooh Ay (Huh) I keep a blade for my enemies Cut right through painless, like I'm holding ketamine (Uh) I'm starting to feel just like the better me You ain't a hater, nigga you a fan of me I call the shots, just like a referee (Uh) He mad 'cause his bitch be a fan of me (Uh) Don't even think to put your hands on me Try it and I'm gonna have me some felonies (Uh) Control the time, just like my wrist watch Sick clock, shawty looking at me like the bitch lost (Uh) Right there, shawty think I am a big shot Tryna be my wife, but I know shawty is a big thot (Uh) Come 'round the house, just like we kick box Bitch drop, had him ducking only after six shots (Uh) Look at my wrist, nigga it's big rocks Shawty love my jewelry, suck me, then you gonna kiss her Choppa gone sing like American Idol Leave that boy terrified, picking up random items I just reach for my fye, but I ain't gotta try it I just load up a new clip and then we fire On the block so it's like we just had 'em lined up F*ck a deal nigga trust me, man I won't sign it Ion f*ck with these niggas, play with my life You catch one shot to the face, nigga come and try it Control the time Control the time I don't want to live this life Ooh I don't want to be your replacement I can't keep on pushing you over my shoulder Letting shit fly like it's over Bitch, this shit ain't over Got a new girl and she licking on my stones Don't know where I'm at, but I know I'm in my zone I'm headed to the future and you know I'm finna go I just popped a 30 and I'm flying through your home I'm flying through the sky And I'm flying through your bitches I just took a 30 and you know I'm finna hit it Pussy mo'fucker better put me in those mentions Woah (Woah) Yuh (Ay, Bitch) That bitch want my chains, she ain't in for the love fest I love her back, maybe when I pass a drug test She keep calling, ain't respond, ain't sending no text You blood sucking bitch, I ain't be wasting no breath Keep a line of shawties, so my main bitch gone play less Know her competition, know this shit a contest These bitches be waiting for me to sign a check So they can come out of the woodworks like lil pests (Uh) I got the numbers, no need to rebuttal you Try press my gang it gone get really ugly You try test me strength, you gone see what this cutter do Try to blow my brains, but know your shawty would love to Got hit close range, sorry I got some blood on you Shot your heart cupid, we ain't send to love to you You drop my niggas, we get right above on you Get my Glock, turn that L right to a W (Uh) Pussy boy no we ain't finna sell to you Scale you with bullets, we ain't gonna measure you (Uh) Get a bag nigga, know I'm ahead of you Thankful I shot the wall on purpose 'stead of you (Uh) Like a number 2 pencil, put lead in you Don't think these niggas know what they is getting into I Gap these niggas, like I got a fit or two Show up real classy, just to put an end to you (Uh) Heat up the metal, this shit gone be bending too Glock last forever, like this shit got Mending II Drop half your gang, I know that shit upsetting you Ain't gone kill you, shot your legs, leave you vegetable Take your bull shit and your tricks nigga etc. I come back, take your whole block if I'm mad enough Half of your day ones be gone, you upset, lil bruh? Try get revenge you get put on the press, lil bruh Thought my niggas leaving, folding back Spin right around 'cause your block got a cul-de-sac Smoking on who? Nigga you can't afford the pack I'm leaving two of y'all niggas in body bags What I been through nigga you can't tell if it's facts Glock 22 got a kick like Mortal Kombat I'm seeing what you gave, but you owe more than that Go hit the streets nigga, might have to sell a pack F*ck around get the stick, if you reach for my cash Hold it down once I make it, I ain't coming back Fucked around with that bitch, calling me dad Shawty want a real nigga, I can only give half Pull out the burner, all of a sudden that nigga run track One wrong move man, one slip up get turned to a pack All you hating ass niggas want shit, yeah my ass Glock gone travel through time, leave your ass in the past like- (Glock finna travel through time, leave your ass in the past like-) (Glock finna travel through time, leave your ass in the past life-) (Glock finna travel through time, leave your ass in the past like-) (Glock finna travel through time, leave your ass in the past life-)