Yung Dray & Lil Lo - Time To Blow lyrics

rate me

Uh!

Even if they ain’t feeling the lines

I guarantee it’s our time to grind (our time to grind)

Even if they ain’t feeling the grind

I guarantee it’s our time to shine (our time to shine)

Even if they ain’t feeling the flow

I guarantee it’s our time to go (our time to go)

Even if they don’t want us to go

I guarantee it’s our time to blow (our time to blow)

Yeah

Picture me on the front cover, VIBE mag

I thank God for the things I thought I’d never have

Fuck niggas and bitches alike, I’m gettin’ cash

They say they wanna be down

Ha, don’t even ask

Black masks, trunk full of duffel bags

Pants sag, breasts of an old hag

I’m getting too much money, they flip me when I pass

Just bought a Maserati, I know you mad

I don’t give a fuck, tell it to the pump

Have you leaking red shit, Hawaiian Punch

Roadrunner for the money, you a Daffy Duck

Superhead ass niggas, you super suck

Got a lot of bitches, tell ‘em time to fuck

Trey Songz, put them bitches’ bottoms up

I’m a dog, she say I treat her kind of ruff

I ain’t 5-0, I don’t even kinda cuff

Niggas kinda tough, paper kinda buff

Matter fact, I subtract all that “kinda” stuff

‘Cause you ain’t ‘bout shit, you niggas kinda suck

Kinda lame, kinda broke, minus kinda brah

Lost in my thoughts, tryna find a buck

Heart full of hate, made like an armored truck

Skill plentiful, plus we’re gettin’ better much

There ain’t a rapper alive that can devour us!

Uh!

Even if they ain’t feeling the lines

I guarantee it’s our time to grind (our time to grind)

Even if they ain’t feeling the grind

I guarantee it’s our time to shine (our time to shine)

Even if they ain’t feeling the flow

I guarantee it’s our time to go (our time to go)

Even if they don’t want us to go

I guarantee it’s our time to blow (our time to blow)

Skill undiminished

Spend my money, watch it replenish

Sank my haters with no dishes

Careers ended

Flow level, stupendous

My money floss, perfect smile

Fuck a dentist, uh

Kill beats so blatant

Doing me like masturbation

Other rappers garbage, sanitation

Six-figure destiny, by the moves I’m making

No waiting patient, I did it long enough

I’m coming at the game throat like a tracheoscopy

I shit on the beat, uh, colostomy

Doctor when I flow, but still tote technology

Let the Tec blow and knock out your biology, uh

So chill, but I’m so raw

Paid in full, riding round in sports cars

I mean jet cars, I mean space ships

On The Rise, let the top lift

Let’s go

Magic flow like presto

Niggas is haters

Throw ‘em over bridges, that’s a Hail Mary

Crucifying niggas life on some Jesus shit

No knifes at gun fights, I come equipped

Red beam, long magazines

Scopes

Cartridges blow, penetrate skin like sun block

Funny bitch niggas dead, hands over chest like Redd Foxx

My gun have a ball, leave a nigga with Red Sox

Ow

Uh!

Even if they ain’t feeling the lines

I guarantee it’s our time to grind (our time to grind)

Even if they ain’t feeling the grind

I guarantee it’s our time to shine (our time to shine)

Even if they ain’t feeling the flow

I guarantee it’s our time to go (our time to go)

Even if they don’t want us to go

I guarantee it’s our time to blow (our time to blow)

The game twisted, but still a nigga gifted

We still the hottest livin’

You niggas are only witnesses

Ain’t another rapper who kill with such precision

Who still can keep it realer

The rise, we on a mission

Surprise, we finally did it

They cry, they wanna kill us

All we gotta make is one call and they family is gone

Them and they niggas are gone

Evidence never is found

And you niggas fossils, under the ground

It’s our time

Whew!