Time I'm On - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Three, man

Dubba-AA flexin'

AI

Louie Bandz made another one

I ain’t never did that, nah

Why you acting like that?

Nah

I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world

This is the sound

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax

Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack

Don’t walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap

These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home

I been tryna make it through the headphones

You see me when I came in, I was all alone

Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them

Nigga try and I’ma blow him right on the scene

Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans

I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean

Tryna come up with a plan, I ain’t throwed off as I seem

I’m in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out

No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around

I been living good on my own, I ain’t no baby now

I got platinum plaques around the house

I be high, I ain’t worried 'bout y’all

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax

Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack

Don’t run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap

These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home

I been tryna make it through the headphones

You see me when I came in, I was all alone

Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them

I ain’t sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way

I don’t play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go

rampage

This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray

Audemar rose gold, I don’t know what the time say, new piece that Shine made

Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it’s flashy

I come straight up out the street, ain’t no pretending, no acting

I don’t blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy

I’m still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home

I been tryna make it through the headphones

You see me when I came in, I was all alone

Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them

This is the sound