Aktbo - Times Ticking Lyrics

(Yeah)
(I can't take back what I said)
(I just hope that you'll forget)
(And I can't take back what I did)
(I just hope that you'll forgive me)

Yeah I'm the shit I might need new plumber
This is not a pistol, it's a blunder-bust
Yeah shawty acting stupid, she need longer bus
Yeah we standing tall, yeah you cannot stand on top of us
Get the stick and get to mopping up
Yeah this might be dirty money, but it's just as f*cking good to us
And if you feeling lucky, you can buck and f*cking test your luck

Why you only come around when you tryna f*ck
I'm just tryna know what's up
And I ain't had a car in about a year, and now I'm feeling stuck
Get to banging, hear it later, like a f*cking lightning strike
When you told me I was wrong, you was right
You was always f*cking right, that's why we fight
Because I'm scared one of these nights, you'll walk out and find another guy
And I don't know what I would do, I might just end my f*cking life
Oh that sounds kind of toxic
Let me back up, and try not to get out of pocket

Shooting for the stars like a rocket
Get my name up out ya mouth, if you ain't tryna put a cock in it
Not holding back, no slowing down, and there's no f*cking stopping it
Mac 11 with extension, and you know I'm popping it
Kill the boy just for looking at my f*cking property
And I'm sorry mama, I know it was hard to watch the streets take me
I watched little bro die right at the corner, on the f*cking pavement
Pray to god, that one of these days that he'll f*cking take me

Wake up, it was all a dream I'm so grateful
But I still got 9mm by the f*cking crate full
Popping addies just to stay up, and I know you mad at me
F*ck that bitch one time, then I disappear like pull the rabbit out the hat magic
Yeah, you ask me why I'm throwing money, I ask you why your ass clapping
I wouldn't know what to do with myself if anything would happen to you
Got my heart twisted up just like a noodle

Draw it up just like a doodle
And your ex look like a poodle, yeah
And he sad that he lost out on a bad bitch
Won't make the same mistake twice
He learned from the past and he gonna hit it like he never had it
All black tint on the vic and you hear it clapping
I would compliment yo bitch, but she made outta plastic
And an ugly ass face
Guess I'ma have to go and brown paper bag it
Drop her off like nothing happened

Then you kissed her, boy you nasty
I was in your present, and your future but you past it up
Gotta get another pack, and flip it, dip it, wrap it up
All the money stacking up
Even if you got six jobs
There ain't no catching up
Guess I'm running out of beat, amd guess I gotta wrap it up
Last thing I'ma say is, you can never ever have enough, of not having enough
You can never ever have enough, of
(You can never ever have enough, of not having enough)