2nd Guessin (feat. T-Savv) - Marveloso

I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas Finna hit 7 digits I want me a milly Like Weezy, or Rob Willy Aye Niggas bitchin' and barkin' Like French Bulls A nigga from Ayiti I ain't no French bull Niggas claim they got energy Like that Red Bull Can't turn up for hours Then blame it on that weed pull Man I was witchu What is you talkin' Thought you a chemist Lin Pauling Then sipped a Guinness Started fallin' You niggas weak You ain't Polin Cotton And you ain't puttin' no work in Claim you want the money You chripin' Cap, cap, cap Keys hurtin' Don't give me dap You ain't earn it You ain't earnest You a joke Walk up to a shorty then you choke You the type won't DM, but you'll poke Probably beg a thottie for some strokes I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas Finna hit 7 digits I want me a milly Like Weezy, or Rob Willy Aye You the type to act different when These bitches come around You a trick, you a clown Heard homie say he don't really play That shit (uhhhh) We see about that when she come to Town And the circuit is the circus That's for certain And my niggas be the surges For ya purpose For that light switch, Open then Curtains You a show off Wonder what chu do Inna room full Of rich niggas How it feel to be a bitch nigga See I been that nigga since a day old Meaning ain't never need a behold I ain't perfect but I'm perfectly me Niggas talking they ain't talking to Me Drop my name then you gotta Repeat capeesh I might just feed the beast and still go and eat the deceased I.E. I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas Finna hit 7 digits I want me a milly Like Weezy, or Rob Willy Aye Bee sting on my tricep Zoe rappin' like I'm Wyclef Solo nigga, this is my set Red wine, and a fly jet Zooted from loud Bitch I'm a smoker and proud Need me a stage and crowd 'Quila and stout Beer for a real nigga Fuck if I don't get the clout Nigga tell me Who the cool kid Life growing Through the music Seed planting Apple's fluid Fuck heartbreaks And fuck Cupid Shorty I am long gone On your back I moan on Please don't have your phone on Raunchy, but I'm home grown I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas I don't have time for you niggas Finna hit 7 digits I want me a milly Like Weezy, or Rob Willy Aye I want me I want me I want me

I'm scarred by your love You left my heart bleeding Seeing demons Ion even get the meaning Feel like i'm dreaming Laid back off the drugs But ian gone lie Man I been feigning Roll me up two woods To boost my high it feel so pleasing Now everything uneven But it fix my mind and find a way To stop me from tweaking I been on my grind Lord knows ion never Wanna have to be leaching I just took some time To realize that shit Ain't what it be seeming That's what turnt me to a demon Now I'm in my bag I make em' mad more Me and Q savv in a jag Going faster than a jaguar Yea I make them niggas get in line They just tryna act hard Imma give that boy to nine Before the mac go off Might have to give him nine In his spine if he acting soft Whack him off We don't condone the goofiness My niggas pull up And they ruthless We just want some bucks But they ion shut up They the reason we do this My drip too hard it's stupid A broke bitch can never do this Leave a stupid hoe looking clueless She just want my bands She see i'm the man So now she curious Man I hate a fake fan Yea that's the energy That make me furious Don't play with me I'm serious I run to the funds cause it's fun It make me delirious Niggas running to they guns To get shit done with no experience And everybody wanna Be trencherous That's why I keep a weapon on me You can say ian built for this Won't let it get the best of me I know i'm meant for this Super pretty bitch she a redbone Fuck around slide to her crib Cause her head strong These bitches fall in love Cause i'm stunting And my bread long Flexing since a youngin Goofy haters y'all can head on Niggas say they fucking with us You not fucking with us Cannot run the city with us Bitches litty with us Bitches throw they kitty at us Bitch we get it and buss Thumbing through a sack DCG forever nitty with us My niggas come through bussing No discussion aye Blow his brains Then go roll him in a russian aye No pipes me and Shawn Give out concussions aye Yo bitch in my trap Want signing then i'm rushing aye This how I live Gotta get it and go Pastry got me in my mode For the guys I am never gone fold Foe nem come through And they blow In the Lincoln Shawn be flushing The most going from coast to coast Me and my niggas known For blacking out We what's happening now Get back gang We good for laying you down What's all that capping now Some of my niggas Couldn't put on a cap and gown All I could do is frown Remember the days When the opps couldn't do nun But smile, nigga who laughing now It's hard work all day til the sun up These niggas get out of line Cause they see i'm on a come up It's all gas no brakes Could never slow up And if yo bitch fine Then I might tell her to show up And show out Don't step on my court Or it's a blow out Flip shit like jessie Wrist froze like it's cold out Pop out fleetus Just because I saw a hoe out Never needed any nigga Just to go out I'm blowing i'm scoring I'm standing ten on my toes Got a big ass chopper With that bitch can never fold The guys walking down the block With that bitch to let it blow I got thirty in my glock It got switch he finna score My bro gone score And imma score some more Yea we some like klay and steph When we be coming down the floor Except my boy torch with his left But regardless that bitch gone blow And he couldn't even call for help So I guess nobody will know Best believe his body Getting disposed Won't leave no trace Can't make no case If nobody knows These niggas hate cause They know i'm great And I take they hoes They cant relate So it's hard to face that I was chose If you my opp I know it blows Perc thirty in my body Now I feel at home Put another thirty in my system Now let's get it on Now i'm up a sixty Man it feel like all my demons gone Finna cop a sixty Two tray woods And now my feelings gone Call up Shawnoo hit the phone Ask him what he really on Tryna smoke some za Turn a beat and make a fucking song Got my party super geeked While toting AR's And animosity towards Q Savage Cause he raising chaos I'm scarred by your love You left my heart bleeding Seeing demons Ion even get the meaning Feel like i'm dreaming Laid back off the drugs But ian gone lie Man I been feigning Roll me up two woods To boost my high it feel so pleasing Now everything uneven But it fix my mind and find a way To stop me from tweaking I been on my grind Lord knows ion never Wanna have to be leaching I just took some time To realize that shit Ain't what it be seeming That's what turnt me to a demon

Money calling, money calling Nah i don't need no friends Moose Gotta keep a distance I don't need no homies Nigga bout to bluff Feel it in my tummy I can't see clear When is drugs all around me Τέτοιες ώρες δεν πιστεύω λεξη Θελω μονο bitches που να ειναι sexy I can't see clear When these girls all around me Πώς να σκεφτώ γύρω μου τόσα Και έχουν πέσει με τα μούτρα μες τα ντρόγκια I can't see clear When these shots all around me Τόσα σφηνάκια ήπια κι ανεβαίνω Δεν βλέπω που πατάω, που πηγαίνω I can't see clear When the smoke blow around me