"Due Time" lyrics
Your Stepdad & Khalil? Lyrics
(CYRUS)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, uh, uh (Grrt)
Talkin' like hoes amongst they hoes, it's, yeah (Hoes)
Niggas be, uh, yeah, shit, ayy (Flet)
Yeah, shit, ayy (Flet)
Yeah (Grrt), ayy (Grrt), yeah
Talkin' like hoes amongst they hoes, it's not my business (Flet, flet)
You don't get no money, it shows, you do no shows, it's not my business
Man, cheat on a couple of hoes, I been sweet to a couple of hoes (Hoes)
Backwood, that get rolled when shorty don't know how to play her role, man (Shit, shit)
Pack gettin' packed with loads, I don't even know how much weed I smoked (Flet)
QP for the low, bro keep a Z, that's too much smoke (Keep a Z)
She eyein' me, I'm slidin', please, I'm beggin' for the throat (Shit, fuck)
I need some company, I'll keep it P, I'll crunch it on the low (Keep that shit P)
I can't date a ten no more, they come with too much
I don't like the luggage or the baggage, it make me feel stuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Way too many 304's gon' hit my line, I feel fucked (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I might cop the AMG, no GLE, I need that truck, ooh
I need that truck, I need that whip (Flet, flet, flet)
Got a bitch with a whole lotta hip
Got a bitch with a whole lotta—, uh (Shit, bitch)
Can't do no more Percs, so I just sip
My main bitch ain't shit (Flet, flet)
I know how it feel when I'm flippin' the script
Call up my unc' for the scripts (Baow, ba-baow)
Spillin' a whole lotta blood, so it make sense that I make crips (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Man, I came out of the jungle, I got a monkey with banana clips (Shit, grrt)
But why would I trip? (Flet)
We gettin' chips (Yeah)
Mixin' the pain and the money, no wonder this bitch on my tip (Ba-baow, ba-baow)
I made twenty-eight bands in a month and it didn't mean shit (Didn't mean shit)
Gave that bitch way too, brick, she ain't give me shit (She ain't give me)
Bro just leave me with his ho, she ain't give me nothin'
I don't even talk no more, I do what I want, no time for no damn discussion
I couldn't even fly no bop out if she don't already know that she (Goddamn, ayy)
If she already know that she mine
I'm a toxic athlete rappin', but all the hoes they call me fine
It's a fly effect, it's all gon' fall in place in due—, shit
Yeah, ayy, yeah, uh, uh (Grrt)
Talkin' like hoes amongst they hoes, it's, yeah (Hoes)
Niggas be, uh, yeah, shit, ayy (Flet)
Yeah, shit, ayy (Flet)
Yeah (Grrt), ayy (Grrt), yeah
Talkin' like hoes amongst they hoes, it's not my business (Flet, flet)
You don't get no money, it shows, you do no shows, it's not my business
Man, cheat on a couple of hoes, I been sweet to a couple of hoes (Hoes)
Backwood, that get rolled when shorty don't know how to play her role, man (Shit, shit)
Pack gettin' packed with loads, I don't even know how much weed I smoked (Flet)
QP for the low, bro keep a Z, that's too much smoke (Keep a Z)
She eyein' me, I'm slidin', please, I'm beggin' for the throat (Shit, fuck)
I need some company, I'll keep it P, I'll crunch it on the low (Keep that shit P)
I can't date a ten no more, they come with too much
I don't like the luggage or the baggage, it make me feel stuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Way too many 304's gon' hit my line, I feel fucked (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I might cop the AMG, no GLE, I need that truck, ooh
I need that truck, I need that whip (Flet, flet, flet)
Got a bitch with a whole lotta hip
Got a bitch with a whole lotta—, uh (Shit, bitch)
Can't do no more Percs, so I just sip
My main bitch ain't shit (Flet, flet)
I know how it feel when I'm flippin' the script
Call up my unc' for the scripts (Baow, ba-baow)
Spillin' a whole lotta blood, so it make sense that I make crips (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Man, I came out of the jungle, I got a monkey with banana clips (Shit, grrt)
But why would I trip? (Flet)
We gettin' chips (Yeah)
Mixin' the pain and the money, no wonder this bitch on my tip (Ba-baow, ba-baow)
I made twenty-eight bands in a month and it didn't mean shit (Didn't mean shit)
Gave that bitch way too, brick, she ain't give me shit (She ain't give me)
Bro just leave me with his ho, she ain't give me nothin'
I don't even talk no more, I do what I want, no time for no damn discussion
I couldn't even fly no bop out if she don't already know that she (Goddamn, ayy)
If she already know that she mine
I'm a toxic athlete rappin', but all the hoes they call me fine
It's a fly effect, it's all gon' fall in place in due—, shit
