Bobby Shmurda - No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Ain't got no time for sleep [Verse] Waste so much money on mind ain't got no time for me Shawty 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' rich 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 stankin' Mr. Ben 'til he twenty-three A lof of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three b*tch .45 on my waist, I'm with my ven aquí b*tch, .45 on my waist, don't gotta turn the key b*tch, .45 on my waist, I'm in my Bentley Jeep b*tch, turned that fire on them ni**as, they was twenty-three If I put that iron on them ni**as, thеy remember mе If you heard we slidin' on them ni**as, they make memories If I put that iron on them ni**as, they remember me If you heard we slidin' on them ni**as, they make memories Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies PJ, got a thirty and extenders in this handglock I'm gettin' get rich as fu*k, I'm just tryna keep my man out Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox Huh, you say it's love, why your hands up? Huh, you say it's love, why your hands up? They got they hands up and she always got her pants down They said I stand out, then she tell me I'm the man now Yeah, and this b*tch always got her pants down, yeah They tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans now Tryna kill me for queso, fill the tan up Tryna kill me for the Lamb' now I got a chopper with a stain now I bought the chopper with a stain now I ain't playin' 'round, ni**as fu*k around where they live at I'ma tear it down, from their friends to their grandma I'ma hit him in the jailhouse, I'm gon' him til the TEC stop Blow the best spot, I'ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah I hit the ni**a, now his man hot I hit the ni**a 'til the jail hot I got the chopper with the stain now, b*tch, I ain't playin' 'round Send the money in advance, this sound like a band yah From the bustin' on my (Baw, baw, baw) When I'm bustin' on my (Baw, baw, baw) When I'm bustin' off the chance, I'm so off them yams I done kept them thirties in the gram, bustin' open, no repent You know my ni**as are from jail right They get money, 'cause they some [?] I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hide Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you black out So tell these ni**as don't touch [?], so hungry off the powder I'm in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick the pop, yeah ni**a play, he gettin' shot up, head top off And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider ni**as play, they gettin' shot up Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper You fu*k with Bobby, you fu*k with me, go get your doctor Go get your papi, go get your mother and your mama (lil b*tch) And I'ma go and get my llama And we gon' do it on the floor seat, fu*k what you want, G We can do it like some doggies right on the concrete And I'ma show you how a dog be Yeah, she only like me 'cause I'm flossy She only like me 'cause the office, these ni**as bossy I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin' losses I'm in the jet havin' orgies I used to shoot up ni**as porches, G I'm in the jet havin' orgies, fu*k what you saw G I used to shoot up ni**as porches, G with torches, g Now we lit, we havin' orgies Brr, tell them hoes don't record me Brr, ayy, you know ain't no one hard as me No one is dawg as me, no one can take control of me No skin as dark as me These ni**as ain't got no heart like me I heard the ni**as tryna spot the G Please, b*tch, had me come up on the parkin' lot In the parkin' spot Hit the ni**a right in the parkin' spot right in the parkin' lot You know these ni**as like to talk a lot Ssh, oh, he ain't tell you that he coughed a lot? Brr, oh, they ain't tell you that they coughed a lot? Say "fu*k you talkin' 'bout?" Say "fu*k that sh*t" ni**a, I'm from [?] and that, we them doggies out Me and him dogs, we like to bark a lot Yeah, and it just rappin', dawg, yeah And I like my voice, 'cause this just rappin' dawg Half of this spazzin' dawg And used to play games, I start spazzin' dawg Don't start with this ratchet though Make me put you on game and clap it off I slap any ni**a and slap it off, bow You see just how tough I slap it off Heard that you backin' off ni**as put on and I'm just backin' off And then I just slapped it off Hit that ratchet off, brr Watch me, big pussy, back him off Brr, now watch this ratchet back the pussy off I dropped them, I slapped them off You see his response, we slap him off Watch me clap it off First deal ni**a (What) First talk, first dead ni**a First ni**a talk, first catch a round, ni**a From the ounce, ni**a Play with me, it's goin' down, ni**a Lay him down, ni**a, from his motherfu*kin' squad, ni**a Make up your face like you died, ni**a Brr, go fu*k around and catch a shot, ni**a You know I'm hot, ni**a, play with me, that's on the spot He dropped his shots, bleed, everybody gettin' shots, ni**a Brr, .45 and the Glock, ni**a Brr, yeah, they know I'm a hot ni**a, hit your block, ni**a Keep the .30 in the car, we gon' get you shot, ni**a fu*kin' with me like you die, ni**a They made these pussies talk a lot, ni**a Until I catch him on the spot, ni**a Make a shot, ni**a, with the .30 in the Glock Walk his block, ni**a, catch him in the parkin' lot, ni**a Dub, and I'm gon' get 'til I'm parred, ni**a Hood, they fu*k with me, then they gon' get parred, ni**a They get parred, ni**a, quick, fast Get 'em sparked, ni**a, put the heart, ni**a Play for keeps, who you are, ni**a (What) Big gang sh*t 'til the morn', ni**a Big gang sh*t 'til the night, ni**a That's your life, ni**a Play with us, we GS9, ni**a Hit you twice, ni**a Hit you three times in your eyes, ni**a Brr, shootin', shootin', ni**as blind, ni**a Brr, he only got two on his right, ni**a, to slide, ni**a We got two up on his side, ni**a Hit his side ni**a, soon Hit him in the ride, ni**a Brr, right in his head, right in his side, ni**a Brr, ha ha ha ha Dread ni**a, yeah They fu*k with me, they know I'm crip ni**a They play with me, they know it's lit, ni**a Give a six ni**a, right you right infront your b*tch, ni**a Grip the click, ni**a, drums hanging off the whip, ni**a, brr