Lyrics No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) – Bobby Shmurda
Ain’t got no time for sleep
With so much money on my mind, ain’t got no time for me
Shorty call me all the time and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot, and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ breesh
Baby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stackin’ Mr. Ben ’til he twenty feet
A lot of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three’s
B**ch, .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquí
B**ch, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
B**ch, .45 on my waist, I’m in my Bentley Jeep
B**ch, finna fire on them n**gas, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them n**gas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them n**gas, they make memories
If I put that iron on them n**gas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them n**gas, they make memories
Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
PJ got a thirty and extenders in this hand Glock
I’m gettin’ get rich as f**k, I’m just tryna keep my mans out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s love, then why your hands up
Huh, so you say it’s love, then why your hands up
They got they hands up and she always got her pants down
They say I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man now
Yeah, and this b**ch always got her pants down, yeah
They tryna get me for my bands now, for my mans now
Tryna kill me for my queso, fill the tan up
Tryna kill me for the Lamb’ now
I got a chopper with a stand now
I bought the chopper with a stand now
I ain’t playin’ ’round, n**gas f**k around and lay it down
I’ma tear it down, from their friends to the grandma
I’ma hit him in his head, ha
I’m gon’ hit him ’til this TEC stop or the vest pop
I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I hit a n**ga, now his mans hot
I hit the n**ga till it jam, hot
I got the chopper with the stand now, b**ch, I ain’t playin’ ’round
Send the money in advance, it sound like a band, yah
When I’m bustin’ on my
When I’m bustin’ on my, yeah, ha, yeah
When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yams
I done kept the thirty in the gram, bustin’, no repent, boy
Free all my n**gas off from jail, right, yeah
They been my n**gas, they some jail, right, yeah
I got the kilos in his man’s spot, they in the spot, it’s hot
Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you blackout
So tell these n**gas, I’m top shotta, I’m big and badder
I’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I’m quick to pop ya
A n**ga play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider
N**gas play, they gettin’ shot up
Brrra, I got a chopper in the chopper
Brrra, I got a chopper in the chopper
You f**k with Bobby, you f**k with me, go get your doctor
Go get your papa, go get your mother and your mama
And I’ma go and get my llama
And we gon’ do it on the Flossy, f**k what you on, G
Yeah, we can do it like some doggies, right on the concrete
And I’ma show you I’m a dog, B, yeah
She only like me ’cause I’m flossy
She only like me ’cause the office, n**gas is bossy
I bought the choppers with the tall ting, you takin’ floor seats
I’m on the jet, havin’ orgies
I used to shoot up n**gas’ porch, G
I’m in the jet, havin’ orgies, f**k what you saw, G
I used to shoot up n**gas’ porches, he with the torch, G
Now we lit, we havin’ orgies
Brrra, tell them h*es, don’t record me
Brrra, ayy, you know ain’t no one as hard as me
No one is dawg as me, can’t no b**ch gon’ take in charge of me
No skin as dark as me
And ain’t no n**ga ain’t got no heart like me
I heard these n**gas tryna spark with G
Please, b**ch, had me come up on your parkin’ lot
In the parkin’ spot
Hit the n**ga in the parkin’ spot, right in the parkin’ lot
You know these n**gas like to talk a lot
Shh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot
Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot
Say, f**k you talkin’ ’bout Say, f**k that s**t
N**ga, I’m from Clarkson Ave, we them doggies out
Me and ’em dogs, we like to bark a lot
Yeah, and it’s just rappin’, dawg, yeah
And I like my voice ’cause this just rappin’, dawg
Half of this spazzin’, dawg
Don’t need to pay in, enough of spazzin’ though
Don’t f**k with this bachelor
Make me put you, and I’m gon’ clap it off, pa
I slap BD, n**ga, and I slap it off, bow
You see his hi-top, watch me slap it off
Heard that you backin’ off
N**gas play, then knock your ratchet off
And then I just slapped it off, bow, bow
Hit that ratchet off, brr
Watch me, big Boosie, backin’ off
Brr, now watch this ratchet back the p**sy off
I dropped them, I slapped them off
You see his response, we slap him off
Watch me clap it off
First deal, n**ga
First talk, first dead n**ga
First n**ga talk, first catch a round, n**ga
From the ounce, n**ga
Play with me, it’s goin’ down, n**ga
Lay him down, n**ga, from his motherf**kin’ squad, n**ga
Make up your face like you bi, n**ga
You f**k around and catch a shot, n**ga
You know I’m hot, n**ga, play with me, that’s on the spot
He dropped his chops, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, n**ga
Brr, .45 in the Glock, n**ga
Brr, yeah, they know I’m a hot n**ga, hit your block, n**ga
Put the .30 in the Glock, we gon’ get you shot, n**ga
F**kin’ with me like you bi, n**ga
They made these pu**ies talk a lot, n**ga
Until I catch him on the spot, n**ga
Make a shot, n**ga, with the .30 in the Glock
Walk his block, n**ga, catch him in the parkin’ lot, n**ga
Dub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parked, n**ga
Hood, they f**k with me, then they gon’ get parked, n**ga
They get parked, n**ga, quick, fast
Get ’em sparked, n**ga, play the heart, n**ga
Play for keeps when you’re on n**ga
That gang s**t ’til the morn’, n**ga
That gang s**t ’til the night, n**ga
That’s your life, n**ga
Play with us, we GS9, n**ga
Hit you twice, n**ga
Hit you three times in your eyes, n**ga
Brr, shootin’, shootin’, n**gas blind, n**ga
Brr, he only got two on his rod, n**ga, and two slide, n**ga
We got two up on his side, n**ga
Hit his side n**ga, soon
Hit him in the ride, n**ga
Brr, right in his head, right in his side, n**ga
Brr, ha ha ha ha
Dread n**ga, yeah
They f**k with me, they know I’m Crip, n**ga
They play with me, they know it’s lit, n**ga
Give a six n**ga, hit right you right in front your b**ch, n**ga
Grip the click, n**ga, drums hanging off the whip, n**ga, brr…
➤ Written by Bobby Shmurda
Album: Chocolate City
Produced by Tweek Tune, AmDesp & Vito
Bobby Shmurda | 2021
