Time by Abbot (CAN) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Abbot]
Tick Tock, put some diamonds on my wrist watch
Say you talkin to that girl, you got a slim shot
Talking disrespectful get ya face botched
See you flexing, but ya bitch was like my 5th notch
I don’t got no time for no meazy hoe
Bless me wit that holy water, Connor where my Fiji go
Grinding out the music, saw my bank account extremely low
I’m hustling for the money, cashed a check about a week ago
Can you check the time please
I’ve been feelin like I’m out the fuckin mind peace
Ya my shawty gimmie top, she a dime piece
And she freaky got her drеssed like a Siamesе
[Verse 2: Abbot]
Got her titties out shirt free
Stop the music, all these rappers don’t impress me
Say you stress free, say you wanna ride
But ya bestie never fuckin wit the vision
That upsets me
I’m riding down yo block the fuck you finna do
Cappin bout how you pulled up me
But bitch I’m feelin new
I got so many things up in my head
It seem like nothin true
Think you calling shots, if you wanted I could send a few
Or I could focus more on myself, on the money and the fame
Put the dope on the shelf, i got lyrics in my brain
Write them down on these beats, and now you all feel my pain
Tell me when you really pull up
What the fuck you gone gain, yuh
Tick Tock, put some diamonds on my wrist watch
Say you talkin to that girl, you got a slim shot
Talking disrespectful get ya face botched
See you flexing, but ya bitch was like my 5th notch
I don’t got no time for no meazy hoe
Bless me wit that holy water, Connor where my Fiji go
Grinding out the music, saw my bank account extremely low
I’m hustling for the money, cashed a check about a week ago
Can you check the time please
I’ve been feelin like I’m out the fuckin mind peace
Ya my shawty gimmie top, she a dime piece
And she freaky got her drеssed like a Siamesе
[Verse 2: Abbot]
Got her titties out shirt free
Stop the music, all these rappers don’t impress me
Say you stress free, say you wanna ride
But ya bestie never fuckin wit the vision
That upsets me
I’m riding down yo block the fuck you finna do
Cappin bout how you pulled up me
But bitch I’m feelin new
I got so many things up in my head
It seem like nothin true
Think you calling shots, if you wanted I could send a few
Or I could focus more on myself, on the money and the fame
Put the dope on the shelf, i got lyrics in my brain
Write them down on these beats, and now you all feel my pain
Tell me when you really pull up
What the fuck you gone gain, yuh