[Chorus]

Ain't time left

Get the grind up

Get your shit right

Make bitch go down

She rubbin cause i got

The game crown

Made it trough

The strugle reall high(yeah)2x

[Verse1]

Costumes service

Working on Excel

*Ain't no time left*

So hundred bitches on lap

All access

I can't trust the next man(nah/nah)

Rocking big plans

Big plans to be the big man

No no chipchap

Ain't got time to get caught up(nah)

I snitch nigga that's the shit i don't like

In this shit nigga trust a nigga your whole life

Crusin on the hood straight to dubai

Crusin on the banshee that's 2-time

(Dawg)better watch out cause we be super-fly

Too much happin man i gotta maintain

Guess again nigga

This ain't chipotle

Role play with bitch shit be real fun

Climb all way to the top just to get mines

Grime all way to top that shit be divine

Run all way to top just go back down

[High for days]

[Verse2]

Downtown where keep the stash now

We don't back down,we don't fear no death man!!

At ur back son ,i come real Stealth man!

Slice ur fucking neck,and then double check

Shipp bodybag, can't trust the next man

I got no complains that loud.man be selling well

Yeah i fell the smell,that gas that make ill

This fuckin deal,this whatthefuck we here

Life be full Trill's,wish we didn't pay no bills

If u give a fuck out here in jungle

Swear to god you are bound suffer

So blowing clouds all day

That's hakuna matat