Our Time Lyrics

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Who it is, mob gang, been knew it's our time but we ready though uh

Been knew it's our time but we ready though

And I ain't got time for no silly hoes

Told the fam I ball like a give and go

Got this shit out the mud, now it's plenty dough

Boy I thought you was hard, what you snitching for

Mob gang, we some solid individuals

Like, I ain't got no hands I ain't feeling you

If you can't beat that nigga show him what that pistol do

Been knew it's our time we ain't regular

Rudy Gobert these hoes off my cellular

Mob gang we the best no comparing us

Niggas tripping they must be on angel dust

Only biscotti everytime a nigga rolling up

When we walk up in the building they gone notice us

I can't hit you little mama you ain't got no big butt

Baby no disrespect when I'm just trying fuck

Ride that dick spell your name I'm a buckle up

If you can't beat that nigga, show him that pistol

Leg shooting ass niggas ain't official

He got allergies, dont wipe that nigga nose without a tissue

Like a swisher down the middle Lewwie mac he gotta split you

Put that little boy on a obituary

I got to run it up boy it's February

Phineas and Ferb I'll have you missing like Perry

My killers want bands for your head Jason Terry

Mob gang from the sip to the o legendary

I'm upping my pole I think it's necessary

They askin us why we ain't on already

They hating I'm thinking these fuck niggas jealous

So give me my credit, they know we be stepping

We be on some extra shit, rapping so excellent

it's our time, I think you need to go check the shit aye

Been knew it's our time but we ready though

And I ain't got time for no silly hoes

Told the fam I ball like a give and go

Got this shit out the mud now it's plenty dough

Boy I thought you was hard what you snitching for

Mob gang we some solid individuals

Like, I ain't got no hands I ain't feeling you

If you can't beat that nigga show him what that pistol do

Been knew it's my time like a prisoner

Got the little bitches watching like cinema

Fuck her then dip, when I leave she gone trip

I be having her salty like vinegar

I want smoke like a cool and a seneca

Dukie lump like a lizard I'm licking her

I'm on zans no way I remember her

If your mans was tripping I hit at him

I got gold on my finger look like Shaba Ranks

In the tent with my pops he be prepping the stank

On this Polo Ralph Lauren you can't find a stain

These niggas all neck I'm ahead a the game

I got mo more stripes than a damn candy cane

Get on my track, I'm a hit like a train

Watch out for pictures that's how you get framed

Usher, R Kelly these bitches the same

Been knew it's my time but I'm ready though

Do this shit everyday like a schedule

Hit the bitch with da scissors no petty ho

Put his head in a lock like Chris Jericho

Free my niggas still using a domino

Balling like Dante Lewis at Seminole

I'm a felon, lil Dukie a criminal

Kept my mouth close and came home a general

Been knew it's our time but we ready though

And I ain't got time for no silly hoes

Told the fam I ball like a give and go

Got this shit out the mud now it's plenty dough

Boy I thought you was hard what you snitching for

Mob gang we some solid individuals

Like, I ain't got no hands I ain't feeling you

If you can't beat that nigga show him what that pistol do