Unreleased archive entry

Don’t Got Time

Juice WRLD · Produced by Hit-Boy

Don’t Got Time lyrics

Intro HitBoy Max Lord look like Oh its one of those Look foe Max look haha Huh uh Ima justkickback and sipmy tea nigga (Woah woah) Hot tea   Chorus Imsick and tired of these hoes on my line Ive been Tony Hawk or some cause Im on my grind Bitch I transform up in that Ghost Optimus Prime And these hoes always do the most tryna rot my mind Dont got time (Dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time (Dont got time) I dont got time (I dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time ayy (Ticktock ticktock ticktock tick)   Verse 1 Shawty got uh (Uh) gimme that uh (Uh) Double up uh (Ha) ayy (Yeah) Wockhardt sip (Uh) Qualitest nah (Uh) Double my cup ayy Pass me the Sprite or you die (Uh) Ive said that multiple times (Ayy) Double my gun 007 I shot him multiple times (Ayy) Dont love a bitch fuck her then dip I made her walk Told her be like AAP Rocky wit it bitch walk please walk Please dont talk Bitch Im a dog Ima bite I dont bark If yo bitch got water tell your bitch Im a shark Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte Designer on me but this shit aint no Panda I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta Nina on my lap Im feelin like Santa Shit on all my enemies got no manners I got that Percocet 30 axis So its understanding if you not understanding 540 no scope I Black Ops 2 blam him Shit aint a joke I may go shoot a random ayy Chorus Im sick and tired of these hoes on my line (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ive been Tony Hawk or some cause Im on my grind (Okay) Bitch I transform up in that Ghost Optimus Prime (Skrrt okay) And these hoes always do the most tryna rot my mind (Huh) Dont got time (Dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time (Dont got time) I dont got time (I dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time ayy (Ticktock ticktock ticktock tick)   Verse 2 I should go buy the Bahamas (Okay) Give a AK to my mama (Okay) Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy) Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay) I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh) Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden Im freestylin all the murders you dropped Shit an album out pick it up put it in my pocket yeah My choppa shoot so fast (How fast) You thought it knew ebonics (Yeah) Your shorty went so fast (How fast) I nicknamed her Sonic yeah (Okay) You know I shoulda called that shit demonic yeah Sippin chronic smokin chronic yeah Tote chronics shooting chronic yeah Come through get some of this chronic yeah (Okay) I just been livin so fast (Huh) Pour me a four to slow down in here Codeine cowboy getting cash (Huh) Robbery rodeos everywhere (Yeehaw) Live every day like my last one Like what day My last one Every day Im on the cash hunt (Uhuh) Buckle up lets have a blast hun (Uhuh) Chorus Im sick and tired of these hoes on my line (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ive been Tony Hawk or some cause Im on my grind (Okay) Bitch I transform up in that Ghost Optimus Prime (Skrrt okay) And these hoes always do the most tryna rot my mind (Huh) Dont got time (Dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time (Dont got time) I dont got time (I dont got time) Dont got time (Dont got time) Ticktock dont got time ayy (Ticktock ticktock ticktock tick)   Outro Ayy okay