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