I Ain't Got Time!

I ain't got time for these ****

Better throw a watch at the boy

Have my boys in this bitch lookin' like a seminar

Who the fuck you talkin' to? Muthafucka, boy

I ain't got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Have these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose

Who the fuck you talkin' to? Muthafucka, boy

I ain't got time, huh

Boy, I need a Kleenex

How I got this far, boy, I can't believe it

That I got this car, so I took the scenic

Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix

First (Happy birthday!)

You bitch ass ****, yup, I'm thirsty (I'm thirsty!)

Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me (Hurt me)

I ain't fuck with yo' bitch ass in the first place

I ain't got time for these ****

Better throw a watch at the boy

Have my boys in this bitch lookin' like a seminar

Who the fuck you talkin' to? Muthafucka, boy

I ain't got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Have these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose

Who the fuck you talkin' to? Muthafucka, boy

I ain't got time

Nat Turner'd be so proud of me

'Cause all these, get they style from me (Muthafucka!)

I bet they all lookin' from the crowd at me

And if I asked them, they would bow at me

But you a house ****, so you don't know

How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose

And my big dick, and my short hair

'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Been a man with a pickle plan, **** know the dill

When I sell the Carnival, I bet I get a hunnid mil', hey

Next line, I'll have 'em like whoa

I've been kissin' white boys since 2004 (Hey)

One me, two feet, three M's, four, five, six, years ago sucked

Seven-figure conversations with Converse finalized 'cause Vans fucked up

I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments

Sayin' what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada

You ain't important, I'ma keep sportin'

All smiles over here, shout out to The Garden

And that's a fact, boy

And I just handle all my business like a chessboard

And at them GOLF boys, that's my muthafuckin' set, boy!

Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda

Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda

Do the Skywalker, riding 'round solar

Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola

Gettin' neck from a broad like some big shoulders

Till I bust like that 9 in your heat holster

Everything I say is hot, bitch, I speak toaster

And the bread Orthodox like I eat kosher

Shout out to, they gave a big loaf of (Shh)

Green bread, got me chillin' like a clean sofa

What's that thick odor? Young Millie T

A young, focused black boy, oh, silly me

I ain't got time

Better talk shit 'cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit

Pants got a little flood, ****, pipe down

I'm Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down

Boy, I ain't got time!

Yeah, right now

'Cause **** dying every day and I ain't light brown

And i-D ain't wanna give a **** no post

So I went and did a twelve page spread in Vogue

****, I ain't got time

Listen mayne, I'm that boy

All you lil' **** clone, boy, I feel that, boy

You better kill that noise

Turn around and remap, route

When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth

Tick-tock, tick-tock (Bitch)

Tick-tock, tick-tock