I ain't no rapper, but I spit that If it ain't my money, then forget that
Bitch, I spit like a Glock, click, clack, stop that talking
Stop all that chitchat, get it poppin' Like where the zit's at
Man, I float like the boat, like the float on the go
Rome is cold like the snow, nigga
Pull up in that Y like a miracle whip I'm grippin' the grip when I enter the clip
Ain't talkin' no paper, let me rip No hot spoon when what I put that onto your lip
Hot iron your lip
It is what it is
I pull up
Don't got time for no bih
Straight out the lot, check it out
New AMG for the whip
ARP in the shoe off the hip
Diamonds glisten, they shoot off my wrist
He all tough and get slapped like a bitch
Nigga, put in that work to you, Chief Sosa, I earned it
Niggas still biting my swad, they write shit like they vermins
I'm in the back of the Rolls Royce with the curtains
Stackin' up twenties and hundreds, they green, I swear to God, like Kermit
Bitch, I'm on fire, I spit like a nigga was in the furnace
Who the f*ck told these lil' niggas ain't nice
Man, what you made in a week, it was twice
That's a bitch on her knees, prayin' to me like I'm christ
Broke and you dumb and that shit don't suffice
How they hime, eliminate that shit like a heist
Beni Hanna, what I order fried rice
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
Sippin Dirty Sprite, nigga, f*ck a Fanta
Twenty-one chains, think I run Atlanta
New Jesus peace, nigga, Shoutout Bana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Sippin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' sponsor
Drinkin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' doctor
Thought it was four July, but sike, nigga, it was my chopper
And if that bitch ain't givin' head, yeah, I got a block
So articulate with my words, niggas think I speak proper
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
Oh, I ran out of time
Rome Flacko - OUT OF TIME Lyrics
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I ain't no rapper, but I spit that If it ain't my money, then forget that
Bitch, I spit like a Glock, click, clack, stop that talking
Stop all that chitchat, get it poppin' Like where the zit's at
Man, I float like the boat, like the float on the go
Rome is cold like the snow, nigga
Pull up in that Y like a miracle whip I'm grippin' the grip when I enter the clip
Ain't talkin' no paper, let me rip No hot spoon when what I put that onto your lip
Hot iron your lip
It is what it is
I pull up
Don't got time for no bih
Straight out the lot, check it out
New AMG for the whip
ARP in the shoe off the hip
Diamonds glisten, they shoot off my wrist
He all tough and get slapped like a bitch
Nigga, put in that work to you, Chief Sosa, I earned it
Niggas still biting my swad, they write shit like they vermins
I'm in the back of the Rolls Royce with the curtains
Stackin' up twenties and hundreds, they green, I swear to God, like Kermit
Bitch, I'm on fire, I spit like a nigga was in the furnace
Who the f*ck told these lil' niggas ain't nice
Man, what you made in a week, it was twice
That's a bitch on her knees, prayin' to me like I'm christ
Broke and you dumb and that shit don't suffice
How they hime, eliminate that shit like a heist
Beni Hanna, what I order fried rice
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
Sippin Dirty Sprite, nigga, f*ck a Fanta
Twenty-one chains, think I run Atlanta
New Jesus peace, nigga, Shoutout Bana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Sippin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' sponsor
Drinkin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' doctor
Thought it was four July, but sike, nigga, it was my chopper
And if that bitch ain't givin' head, yeah, I got a block
So articulate with my words, niggas think I speak proper
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
Oh, I ran out of time
Bitch, I spit like a Glock, click, clack, stop that talking
Stop all that chitchat, get it poppin' Like where the zit's at
Man, I float like the boat, like the float on the go
Rome is cold like the snow, nigga
Pull up in that Y like a miracle whip I'm grippin' the grip when I enter the clip
Ain't talkin' no paper, let me rip No hot spoon when what I put that onto your lip
Hot iron your lip
It is what it is
I pull up
Don't got time for no bih
Straight out the lot, check it out
New AMG for the whip
ARP in the shoe off the hip
Diamonds glisten, they shoot off my wrist
He all tough and get slapped like a bitch
Nigga, put in that work to you, Chief Sosa, I earned it
Niggas still biting my swad, they write shit like they vermins
I'm in the back of the Rolls Royce with the curtains
Stackin' up twenties and hundreds, they green, I swear to God, like Kermit
Bitch, I'm on fire, I spit like a nigga was in the furnace
Who the f*ck told these lil' niggas ain't nice
Man, what you made in a week, it was twice
That's a bitch on her knees, prayin' to me like I'm christ
Broke and you dumb and that shit don't suffice
How they hime, eliminate that shit like a heist
Beni Hanna, what I order fried rice
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
I ran out of time, bitch, I'm outta here
Sippin Dirty Sprite, nigga, f*ck a Fanta
Twenty-one chains, think I run Atlanta
New Jesus peace, nigga, Shoutout Bana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Bitch, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Sippin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' sponsor
Drinkin' so much, bitch, I think I need a motherf*ckin' doctor
Thought it was four July, but sike, nigga, it was my chopper
And if that bitch ain't givin' head, yeah, I got a block
So articulate with my words, niggas think I speak proper
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
F*ck, I ran out of time
Oh, I ran out of time
Writer: Romalis Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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