Timezone (Bonus Track) ft. PTS NOAH Lyrics

Glock hit his ass, we don't do the scrapping

Niggas out here laughing till they get hit with an automatic

Every time yo' bitch come to the pad it be pornographic

'Member I ain't have shit, now the Fendi and Gucci mix-matching

Niggas posting everything that ain't how I grew up

Dukes was like "fuck the barber" gave us bald cuts

Nigga you don't know about that struggle, silver-spoon?

Ain't have it hard huh? Niggas they turn snake that's why a nigga keep his guard up

Glock got a flash this bitch LED

Niggas talkin' about that sauce, know it cost got to tele me

Know we riding in that cat it be fast, cant even 'heli me

Do a nigga shiesty, know that just be how the fellas be

Brodie throwing shit out the whip, that'll make a nigga flip

Put a bitch on a nigga that'll make a nigga trip

When we come into the party it be makin niggas dip

Brodie make a nigga stank it ain't nobody upper lip

Can't make shit stop know how time go

This time brodie ain't got stick I got mines though

When the bros step on the cement it make a pothole

Bitch want the meat 'cause I got chips call it nachos

Talk my shit on a beat or I be smooth on it

I ain't even have to get that nigga put my dude on it

And them rat bitches I be cool on 'em

Keep my head up they catch me lacking they gone move on me

Blowing all these runts' it be feeling like a nigga in a different time zone

If he play his mind gone, BB belt it got rhinestones

Put a nigga in a light I ain't the one it shine on

I ain't the one it shine on or the nigga you be fronting

Hit the booth and press record, I don't write I just be punching

Lil bro a eat yo face all I do is press the button

Put 'em on a shit bag, brodie hit 'em in his stomach

I just served my favorite fiend, this nigga look like Fredrick Douglas

Auntie called for the butter this shit comin' out the oven

Flying in a five seven with a five seven on me

I'm a tax 'em that's yo' mans don't give a fuck about yo' homie

I just poured twenty four in eight nigga this for Kobe

Get the beans for Dame Lillard but I sell 'em for Ginobli

This bitch eat me like a steak but she barely even know me

Jumped off the bus in a small town by my lonely

Niggas burning out the D I'm in Montana more than Tony

Bitches screaming Ruth Chris I wouldn't get her shit from Coney

Thick bitch look like Pinky in 06 she ain't bony

Before them hemi's and them hellcats we was riding stoleys