"On Time" lyrics
Mhmm, aye, aye, aye
It's 3M, CLE
Free the dawgs and the demons
Free my waryas, free the gang
Ahh-uhhhhhhhh
Free everybody, even the opps
R.I.P my fuckin' niggas
(Late nights, me and bro DeeJayM0, he mix it)
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I was in the trap with my brodie
Ridin' around dirty in a stoley
Fuck a label, can't afford me
Bitches all for the fame
And mama told me they ain't for me
Nowadays they move like they know me
On my grind, on my lonely
Nowadays they move like they know me
On my grind, on my lonely
In the field with bram
Bust down on my arm
Bad bitch left her man
Shorty fell for the charm
Opp niggas ain't makin' no noise
You niggas just calm
Not on your block
Winter to fall
Thirty shots beat till you fall
I lost FA, I lost Gillie and now I just wanna ball
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
Why these bitches tryna set me?
Can't slip so I grip on my semi
Now that I'm poppin' bitches tryna friend me
Bitch we slidin', ridin' 'round heavy
Catch a opp, I beat till it's empty
3M dancin' right on my neckpiece
Gucci down, I'm drippin' in Fendi
Bitches on me screamin' out Frenchy
I'ma shine with the family
In a Royce with a baddie
Nippin' sign for the Cali
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
'Cause money make a nigga happy
Made a killin' in the trappy
Yeah my shooters like to clap b
Lost my bro, sadly
Now we ballin' for Cadi
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
It's 3M, CLE
Free the dawgs and the demons
Free my waryas, free the gang
Ahh-uhhhhhhhh
Free everybody, even the opps
R.I.P my fuckin' niggas
(Late nights, me and bro DeeJayM0, he mix it)
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I was in the trap with my brodie
Ridin' around dirty in a stoley
Fuck a label, can't afford me
Bitches all for the fame
And mama told me they ain't for me
Nowadays they move like they know me
On my grind, on my lonely
Nowadays they move like they know me
On my grind, on my lonely
In the field with bram
Bust down on my arm
Bad bitch left her man
Shorty fell for the charm
Opp niggas ain't makin' no noise
You niggas just calm
Not on your block
Winter to fall
Thirty shots beat till you fall
I lost FA, I lost Gillie and now I just wanna ball
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
Why these bitches tryna set me?
Can't slip so I grip on my semi
Now that I'm poppin' bitches tryna friend me
Bitch we slidin', ridin' 'round heavy
Catch a opp, I beat till it's empty
3M dancin' right on my neckpiece
Gucci down, I'm drippin' in Fendi
Bitches on me screamin' out Frenchy
I'ma shine with the family
In a Royce with a baddie
Nippin' sign for the Cali
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
'Cause money make a nigga happy
Made a killin' in the trappy
Yeah my shooters like to clap b
Lost my bro, sadly
Now we ballin' for Cadi
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
I'm a player and it gets her sad
Shorty fell for the wrong kind
Fuck a bitch, get a bag
And when it calls I'm on time
Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'
Ain't the type to flex online
I heard these niggas want me dead
And all my shooters are front line
