[Intro: Ill Leet]
Damn, Sxpply
Ridin' through the city with my homie
With my boy ATM TOMI
Ill Leet, ah
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go
[Chorus: Ill Leet]
Niggas online with the shade
Real talk, I don’t got time for the hate
All these muhfuckas tryna ride on the wave
All about the Bucs, bitch I’m from the Bay, ayy
Man these ho's be lying to ya face
Why the fuck they always tryna find what to say?
Why the fuck they always tryna slide witcha pay?
Anyways, I ain’t got time left to waste
[Verse 1: Ill Leet]
Yeah, I ain’t got time now (Time now?)
Need the money and I need it right now (Right now)
Tell me why these niggas wanna fight now (Huh?)
Fuck around and knock a nigga lights out, yea (Bow, bow)
I remember I was down bad (Damn)
All I could afford was a dime bag (Damn)
They all had more than what I had (Yea)
Now I don’t gotta check the price tag, ayy (Hell nah)
I just took a lil sparkle (Ooh)
Got a nigga rollin' like a marble (Glee)
I remember when we had to carpool (Yea)
Now a nigga sittin' on a parcel (Sittin' on a parcel)
Packin’ fire in the arsenal (Graow)
What do you expect? I’m a Marshall (Woop)
Spaceship coupe, I'ma Martian (Woop)
Gone off the Remy like I’m Martin
Man a nigga too wavy dawg
You would think a nigga in the navy, dawg
Why these niggas always tryna play me, dawg?
Don’t care what you say, just pay me, dawg
I just want the millions, dawg
Tired of living like a civilian, dawg
Man you fuckin' with a real one, dawg
I ain’t fuckin' with the reptilians, dawg
I was chose as a baby
Nigga, I’m just playin' what they gave me
I'ma play them how they played me
Ain’t nobody come and try to save me
Except mama, cause she raised me
Always gonna be her lil baby
That’s why I'ma give her a Mercedes
Put a couple mill in her savings
[Chorus: Ill Leet]
Niggas online with the shade
Real talk, I don’t got time for the hate
All these muhfuckas tryna ride on the wave
All about the Bucs, bitch I’m from the Bay, ayy
Man these ho's be lying to ya face
Why the fuck they always tryna find what to say?
Why the fuck they always tryna slide witcha pay?
Anyways, I ain’t got time left to waste
[Verse 2: ATM TOMI]
No time, 'cause the Rollie don’t tick
Two watches on, but no time for a bitch
I was down bad, nigga I ain’t have shit
Ran up a bag, now they all my dick
I heard, that hoe wanna dance with the devil
So let me go lace up my sneakers
I almost forgot she ain’t rap
'Cause a nigga in tune with all of her features
Bitch I blow loud like some muhfuckin' speakers
Making all the rules like a muhfuckin' teacher
These niggas is fishies, and I am the fisherman
Reeling them in, then I turn to dinner man
Damn, niggas is ho's, Juwanna man
Fry me a nigga and give him a summer tan
Counting my blessings 'cause nothing’s forever man
Tri-color choker, kinda looking like Tucan Sam
Bitch I go hard like sum muhfuckin' concrete
I get in her buns like sum muhfuckin' lunch meat
Six years old, all I wanted was some two-threes
Now I got four, five bitches wanna suck me
Jiggin' on the moon, so niggas can’t touch me
Niggas more Krab than Krusty
Tryna steal sauce, you’d think they was Plankton
Bullet in the spot that you use when you thinking
Both eyes open when a young nigga blankin'
Red rum thinkin', Pat-ron drinkin'
Tryna sank a nigga like a muhfuckin' anchor
Line his ass up, we ain’t talking bout tapers
Back in high school, kept my eyes on my paper
Now my late work looking like blue faces
No days off, too much money to be making
Got no time to be wasting, ayy!
[Chorus: Ill Leet]
Niggas online with the shade
Real talk, I don’t got time for the hate
All these muhfuckas tryna ride on the wave
All about the Bucs, bitch I’m from the Bay, ayy
Man these ho's be lying to ya face
Why the fuck they always tryna find what to say?
Why the fuck they always tryna slide witcha pay?
Anyways, I ain’t got time left to waste
Damn Sxpply
