No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics by Bobby Shmurda is latest English song with music also given by Tweek Tune, AmDesp & Vito. No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) song lyrics are written by Vito, AmDesp, Tweek Tune & Bobby Shmurda.
No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Song Details
| Song Name: | No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) |
| Singer: | Bobby Shmurda |
| Composer: | Tweek Tune, AmDesp, Vito |
| Lyrics by: | Vito, AmDesp, Tweek Tune, Bobby Shmurda |
No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics
Ain’t got no time for sleep
Waste so much money on mind ain’t got no time for me
Sha*ty call me all the time, and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ rich
Baby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stankin’ mr. Ben ’til he twenty-three
A lof of, a lot of ms in my twenty-three
Bi**h .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquí
Bi**h, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
Bi**h, .45 on my waist, I’m in my bentley jeep
Bi**h, turned that fire on them ni**as, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them ni**as, thеy remember mе
If you heard we slidin’ on them ni**as, they make memories
If I put that iron on them ni**as, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them ni**as, they make memories
Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
Pj, got a thirty and extenders in this handglock
I’m gettin’ get rich as f**k, I’m just tryna keep my man out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?
Huh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?
They got they hands up and she always got her pants down
They said I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man now
Yeah, and this bi**h always got her pants down, yeah
They tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans now
Tryna kill me for queso, fill the tan up
Tryna kill me for the lamb’ now
I got a chopper with a stain now
I bought the chopper with a stain now
I ain’t playin’ ’round, ni**as f**k around where they live at
I’ma tear it down, from their friends to their grandma
I’ma hit him in the jailhouse, I’m gon’ him til the tec stop
Blow the best spot, I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I hit the ni**a, now his man hot
I hit the ni**a ’til the jail hot
I got the chopper with the stain now, bi**h, I ain’t playin’ ’round
Send the money in advance, this sound like a band yah
From the bustin’ on my (baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ on my (baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yams
I done kept them thirties in the gram, bustin’ open, no repent
You know my ni**as are from jail right
They get money, ’cause they some ..
I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hide
Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you black out
So tell these ni**as don’t touch .., so hungry off the powder
I’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick the pop, yeah
Ni**a play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
And you know my hits are mighter, in the spider
Ni**as play, they gettin’ shot up
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
You f**k with bobby, you f**k with me, go get your doctor
Go get your papi, go get your mother and your mama (lil bi**h)
And I’ma go and get my llama
And we gon’ do it on the floor seat, f**k what you want, g
We can do it like some doggies right on the concrete
And I’ma show you how a dog be
Yeah, she only like me ’cause I’m flossy
She only like me ’cause the office, these ni**as bossy
I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin’ losses
I’m in the jet havin’ orgies
I used to shoot up ni**as porches, g
I’m in the jet havin’ orgies, f**k what you saw g
I used to shoot up ni**as porches, g with torches, g
Now we lit, we havin’ orgies
Brr, tell them hoes don’t record me
Brr, ayy, you know ain’t no one hard as me
No one is dawg as me, no one can take control of me
No skin as dark as me
These ni**as ain’t got no heart like me
I heard the ni**as tryna spot the g
Please, bi**h, had me come up on the parkin’ lot
In the parkin’ spot
Hit the ni**a right in the parkin’ spot right in the parkin’ lot
You know these ni**as like to talk a lot
Ssh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot?
Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot?
Say “f**k you talkin’ ’bout?” say “f**k that s**t”
Ni**a, I’m from .. and that, we them doggies out
Me and him dogs, we like to bark a lot
Yeah, and it just rappin’, dawg, yeah
And I like my voice, ’cause this just rappin’ dawg
Half of this spazzin’ dawg
And used to play games, I start spazzin’ dawg
Don’t start with this ratchet though
Make me put you on game and clap it off
I slap any ni**a and slap it off, bow
You see just how tough I slap it off
Heard that you backin’ off
Ni**as put on and I’m just backin’ off
And then I just slapped it off
Hit that ratchet off, brr
Watch me, big pu**y, back him off
Brr, now watch this ratchet back the pu**y off
I dropped them, I slapped them off
You see his response, we slap him off
Watch me clap it off
First deal ni**a (what)
First talk, first dead ni**a
First ni**a talk, first catch a round, ni**a
From the ounce, ni**a
Play with me, it’s goin’ down, ni**a
Lay him down, ni**a, from his mot*erf**kin’ squad, ni**a
Make up your face like you died, ni**a
Brr, go f**k around and catch a shot, ni**a
You know I’m hot, ni**a, play with me, that’s on the spot
He dropped his shots, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, ni**a
Brr, .45 and the glock, ni**a
Brr, yeah, they know I’m a hot ni**a, hit your block, ni**a
Keep the .30 in the car, we gon’ get you shot, ni**a
F**kin’ with me like you die, ni**a
They made these pus**es talk a lot, ni**a
Until I catch him on the spot, ni**a
Make a shot, ni**a, with the .30 in the glock
Walk his block, ni**a, catch him in the parkin’ lot, ni**a
Dub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parred, ni**a
Hood, they f**k with me, then they gon’ get parred, ni**a
They get parred, ni**a, quick, fast
Get ’em sparked, ni**a, put the heart, ni**a
Play for keeps, who you are, ni**a (what)
Big gang s**t ’til the morn’, ni**a
Big gang s**t ’til the night, ni**a
That’s your life, ni**a
Play with us, we gs9, ni**a
Hit you twice, ni**a
Hit you three times in your eyes, ni**a
Brr, shootin’, shootin’, ni**as blind, ni**a
Brr, he only got two on his right, ni**a, to slide, ni**a
We got two up on his side, ni**a
Hit his side ni**a, soon
Hit him in the ride, ni**a
Brr, right in his head, right in his side, ni**a
Brr, ha ha ha ha
Dread ni**a, yeah
They f**k with me, they know I’m crip ni**a
They play with me, they know it’s lit, ni**a
Give a six ni**a, right you right infront your bi**h, ni**a
Grip the click, ni**a, drums hanging off the whip, ni**a, brr