Released on September 20, 2024

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[Pre-Chorus: J Three & LQ]

Hit on that bitch with my Irish jig

Hittin' that bitch and her Irish twin

I’m feelin lucky, it's time to get rich

Louie V Belt and Prada my bitch

You checkin' numbers

Proud of the kid

None of these hoes take part in a win

Hey, hey, now they all wanting a say, hey

None of these hoes gettin’ saved, hey

Puttin' gold right in the bank, hey

Can't take that shit to the grave, hey

Wait, hey, this shit go hard in the rave, hey

Hit on that bitch with my irish jig

Hittin' that bitch and her Irish twin

I'm feelin lucky, it's time to get rich

Louie V Belt and Prada my bitch


[Chorus: J Three & LQ]

Hoe, I ain't got time to move too slow

Is you friеnd?

Oh, you must be foe

When I ridе, bitch, you better roll

If we fall then i'm on my own


[Verse 1: LQ]

If you in my spotlight, bitch, it ain’t right

Hoes on roster just for one night

Got these women tight

Barking up the wrong tree, then I won’t bite

‘Gotta fuck that bitch then leave

I ain't got the time today

Said you sleepin’ on my name, huh

Bitch i'm wide awake

Dont have any shame

LQ not a saint

She want diamond rings, that's a heart I break

I was on the premise getting pensions learning lessons as adolescents

But we all set to different professions

But anything they do, I just do better

I ain't have the time set just to lose effort

I make you switch sides like you Bruce Jenner

My Berettas make em’ look like bruschetta

My strap blazing make em' do the salsa

Boy, you better move faster

So I hit on that bitch with that irish jig

I wanna get with that chick with those big ol' hips

I wanna get with her and her twin, hey

Workin' at jewel but putting a hit on your head is the Best Buy

She wanted like Five Guys with no sides

Five Guys with no fries

Five Guys at one time in her thighs

No hoe in my mind

That pit is within me so LQ is worldwide


[Chorus: J Three & LQ]

Hoe, I ain't got time to move too slow

Is you friend?

Oh, you must be foe

When I ride, bitch, you better roll

If we fall, then I'm on my-

Hoe, I ain't got time to move too slow

Is you friend?

Oh, you must be foe

When I ride, bitch, you better roll

If we fall, then I'm on my own


[Verse 2: Fry]

Runnin' round in circles

I nurtured the game in person

I heard that you had an intuition

Itchin' for these red curtains

I stay lurkin'

Analyze myself and all these deep verses

I've been choking on myself just to stay aversive

Devastation in this World War Three

Keep the gun squeezed

I got no worth but I just head east

Imma stand in the heat and take my shirt off

You thought that I would shadow myself?

But that just ain't me

Let the white flags heave

Surrender, search and seizure

Either gon' be dead or resurrect on Easter

Travel up to Ether

Day out the womb i've been a leader

Work an option

These days I feel impeding

Even then, feelin' myself

I'm way smaller to a meter

I can say, “I'm a fuckin' maniac, I spit facts”

But that's just feedback

I can barely even afford slack

These days been gettin' harder

I can hardly steer back

Or hear that i'm a young legend

Take my ass to Harvard, bitch


[Chorus: J Three & LQ]

Hoe, I ain't got time to move too slow

Is you friend? oh, you must be-


[Verse 3: J Three]

(Foe, foe foe) Too many foes so I keep the ‘Fo-‘Fo

Bitches always ‘tryna come ask me for a photo

J Three don't give a bitch no promo

Used to lie to mom just so I could sneak to hoe's home

Had to keep it honest with my baby on some real shit

When she get to suckin' I might have to hit that kill switch

None of these hoes out here got it like that

Safe to say I fell in love

Found my queen and got attached

Young dumb and reckless

Lucky I never got caught on the exit

Lucky that they never asked any questions

Your run was pitiful

Pray you accept it

When it gets difficult, bitch are you stepping?

Smooth criminal, she kill for my entrance

Thriller intervals, not wasting a second

Beat it critical then eat her for breakfast

I'm paying lip service to the motherfuckers hating on it

It's the same motherfuckers hatin' on it, waitin' on it

It's hard to push down the truth

It'll work it's way out

To the motherfuckers always talkin', what'chu ‘gotta say now?

I'm gone