Times Up ft. Wicc G Lyrics

Whoop that trick, get em

Whoop that trick, get em

Whoop that trick

Boom, boom

Yo Shel find it, man, find it

Speed it up, speed it up

Can't show no love if I do, nigga, still ungrateful

Nigga, call me talkin' bout who said I was never faithful

Crazy how that shit is still up on his mind

Broke up way back then

Bitch, you're a waste of time

Niggas goin' back and forth, that's what bitches do

Now I ain't shit, cause you ain't shit, man, that's fuckin' cool

Been a Goddess, so I play by my own rules

Sucked to the paper like a motherfuckin' purple glue

Got him overthinkin', man, what she bout to do

We been over, nigga, it's not me, so fuck you

Call me outta sight, I stay up on his mind

Got him sweatin' bullets, yeah, he scared of demon time

I couldn't change a nigga, so I really changed a nigga

Had to dip, show the middle and the trigger finger

On my breezy shit, I hit him with the fuckin' deuces

Told him, cut that shit, sound like where the noose at

If he a bitch, then he a bitch, just like twin sisters

Them birds flock together, somethin' like some fuckin' losers

Always stuntin' tax season, and like he made a way, though

I told him, kiss my ass, we done for good no hasta luego

Can't show no love cause these, bitches, still ungrateful

Bitch, callin' on my phone said I wasn't faithful

Crazy how Ima still up on his mind

Broke up back then

But, bitch, you're still a waste of time

Not one of mine

Ima do the dash, won't chase a ho, that's where I draw the line

Fuckin' on this ho, left her on red, I ain't got the time

All up in your feelings, P's up, keep the ho down

Talkin' bout I'm on some other shit, you must be out your mind

Giggin', I be flexin' on these hoes, and these niggas too

Tip in, let me penetrate your hole, I'm a menace too

No romance, I'ma give you gangsta love, but can't cuddle boo

Mama must've told me about you bitches before I ever knew

You got options, keep them open, told the bitch don't get too comfortable

Big bitch, cornbread, I don't fuck with lunchables

Callin' on my phone, bitch, I'm a Player, I'm untouchable

Bitch, come and eat this dick, I'm finna serve you to customers

Can't show no love, if I do, niggas still ungrateful

Nigga call me, talkin' bout who said I was never faithful

Crazy how I'm still up on your mind

We broke up back then, but bitch, you still a waste of

Bitch, you a waste of time

If you not in my fuckin' shoes, bitch, stay out of my business

Too many cooks in the kitchen, got him in his feelings

I do bad by myself, don't need no fuckin' witness

My mouth say on, go, you gon' hear, so fuckin' listen

I call the shots, I've been the boss, nigga, I'm independent

Everything I do, I box up, there's no fuckin' limit

You take L's to the face, bitch, I stay winnin'

I've been on business from the start to the fuckin' finish