Free Time

Youngboy Never Broke Again -Free Time
Written by ：YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Produced by ：Beatmonster Marc
Ayy Marc what it do
I dont know everything I want
She need time oh
I need time oh
Based God
I know that its real
Fillinme in my body run emotions
I hate on me aint know it
Cant lend them your heart like a token
Im leavinscars on your body it aint no status
We undecided want my attention they say top
Stackinthat money it grow to galore
Dont want me in Bentley my engines in Rolls
I got problems I wanted it ghost
All that s**t from a child took a toll
I be runninon time for these h**s
She need time to think and I say no
Tell me that nobody knows
I dont wanna preach it on my own
You dont wancome in Im goininside
Ima stand on the top in the front where it lies
Ima clean that b**ch out like I hit it with tide
We dont need no time to rise
We dont need no one to know this s**t cant be televised
Need nothing but a gun and my bro on side
We on go one floor from late tonight
I be with it they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke its a go aint no waiting I send it
I be on it Im pushinthis trey to the limit
Aint no telling I bet him then wait up in prison
Ima stretch him and top but he telling my business
We connivinand robbinaint changing my living
N**ga know how Im rockinno floppinI hit it
P**sy n**ga be hollerinaint coming pecific
I be runninyeah
I dont know everything I want
She need time oh
I need time oh
I know that its real
Fillinme in my body run emotions
I hate on me aint know it
Cant lend them your heart like a token
Im leavinscars on your body it aint no status
We undecided want my attention they say top
I got them hitters with me
Her friends know we play for keeps mmh mmh
Lets go find some peace right off in the b**ch uh-huh
Come stakeout with me I aint got time to leave yeah
I drunk too much lean I cant feel my feet uh yeah
Check how a n**ga be drippin
We on em we surfinin business yeah slide
Im talking a lot I aint kiddin
You want it we get up and get it yeah body
That chopper be poppinI spit it
I call it Im screaming good riddance yeah die
You know that Im poppinno skillet
These b**ches wanget in my business
I say that Im runninthem hitters be gunnin
Im droppinit on em them n**gas go under
Ima ride in the black blowing loud with the llama
Im in love with that money I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack Ima try not to fumble
Im stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love I see that its coming
She be stalkinshe got me she turn to a hunter
I be runninyeah
I dont know everything I want
She need time oh
I need time oh
Ayy Marc what it do