Juice WRLD – Don't Got Time lyrics

[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Max Lord look like "Oh, it's one of those"
Look foe, Max look
Huh, uh
I'ma just kick back and sip my tea nigga
Hot tea

[Chorus]
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind
Bitch I transform from up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes, always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time
Don't got time
I don't got time
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, hey

[Verse 1]
Shawty got, gimme that
Double up, ayy
Wockhardts, Qualitest
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite and you die
I've said that multiple times
Double my gun, 007
I've shot him multiple times
Don't love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk
Told her be like ASAP Rocky with it, bitch, walk please walk
Please don't talk
Bitch I'm a dog I'ma bite I don't bark
If yo bitch got water tell your bitch I'm a shark
Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me but this shit ain't no panda
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap I'm feelin' like Santa
Shit on all my enemies got no manners
I got that Percocet 30 [?]
Not understanding if you not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him
Shit ain't a joke, I'ma go shoot a random

[Chorus]
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time
Don't got time
I don't got time
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, hey

[Verse 2]
I should go buy the Bahamas
Give a AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I'm freestylin' all the murders you [?]
Shoot the ammo out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast
You thought it knew ebonics
Your shorty went so fast
I nicknamed her Sonic
[?] demonic
Sippin' chronic, smokin' chronic
Tote chronics, shooting chronic
Come through get some of this chronic (Okay)
I've just been livin' so fast
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash
Robbery rodeos everywhere
Live everyday like my last one
Like what day, my last one
Everyday I'm on the cash hunt
Buckle up let's have a blast, hun

[Chorus]
I'm sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I'ma Tony Hawk a song, 'cause I'm on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time
Don't got time
I don't got time
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, hey

[Outro]
Ayy, okay