No Wasted Time Lyrics latest english song by Polo G and Feat. Future. The Lyrics written by Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn, Taurus Bartlett
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Uh-huh, oh, oh
Uh, uh, oh, oh
I know you waitin’
Getting fed up, you runnin’ out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we’ll make it
Can’t give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin’
Best make it count, make sure it’s no time wasted
I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that’s hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)
Ayy, look, I do this shit for all my guys that got put under
Fifty shots, I’m a drummer, them guns spit thunder
One shot and he dead, call that b*tch the one-hit-wonder
No, we don’t aim for legs, tryna make it hot all summer
As a small kid I used to want a H2 Hummer
My uncle did a bid, they could’ve gave him football numbers
I went from Mandrake, daily tryna work on my jumper
Now it’s gang-gang, we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh
Old heads can’t trick us, drop rackes when we flick up
Lawyer’s face get zipped up, ambulance pick up
Oh, red cups full of liquor
Let lead bust for my n*ggas
Come through and tear it up with them blickers
I really fed all of my killers
Uh, I know you waitin’
Getting fed up, you runnin’ out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we’ll make it
Can’t give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin’
Best make it count, make sure it’s no time wasted
I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that’s hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)
Ayy, I’m gettin’ fast money ’cause I ain’t got no patience
I’m with my team ’cause they cook n*ggas like bacon
I did my thing trappin’ out the spot was vacant
Lil’ n*gga in jail, stabbin’ shit up like he Jason, uh, uh, uh
Runnin’ up fresh with some horses like I’m racin’
B*tch so bad look photoshopped when she naked
Made it out the jungle, where they scorchin’ and blazin’
My dawg get money and I get money, n*gga, it’s contagious
Went from a trapper to livin’ like a popstar
I done got so rich, I’m feedin’ my lil’ kids caviar
My b*tch don’t want for shit, she get whatever she want
My shooter walk you down, stand over you, make sure it’s done
Uh, I know you waitin’
Getting fed up, you runnin’ out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we’ll make it
Can’t give my meds up, I seen too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin’
Best make it count, make sure it’s no time wasted
I beat the trenches, for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that’s hard to take in (Uh-uh-uh)
