The Times

[Intro]

What, what, what, what, what

Yeah

Yeah

We in Baltimore right now

I've been told this sounds like a Cadillac

So if you own a Cadillac, good job, nigga

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha

[Chorus]

Yeah, they tell all the stories 'bout the times

None of them niggas is on my mind

I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime

You dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em, yo

Most my niggas got they heads screwed on

Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone

Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore

Bahamadia built, mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse

[Verse 1]

I found me a pot that I can pee on, a window I can throw it out

I can say shit like, "get the fuck up out my house"

But since you let me use your couch, you ain't gon' never be without

All my brothers, they can vouch, I ain't never been no slouch, what you searchin' for?

You got your mind made up, what you cursin' for?

I love you dearly, but lately, spirits been trippin', boy

So much for jury, you lost me, replace them niggas' courts

I know you hear me, yo

[Chorus]

They tell all the stories 'bout the times

None of them niggas is on my mind

I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime

The dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em, yo

Most my niggas got they heads screwed on

Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone

Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore

Bahamadia built, mama got that boy pregnant like a, yo

[Verse 2]

Before I leave you, I'ma tell you minoy

Don't follow me just 'cause you got bored

Many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey, my boy

A shiesty whore left my heart annoyed, don't open that door

They know the lore, I never kept it secret

It's all good in the hood, hustle like it's legal

Soon as you get it hot, skrrt, there go the people

You niggas want me for interviews, but you fuckin' evil

They say they need you, let you tell 'em no, might fuckin' eat you

My shit be lethal, put some lighter fluid on the needle

My shawty regal, when she see you, you can't hide yourself for none of your intentionals

Audio expenses on my temple, we still sample those

We was getting busy online, offline, out of net, internet, or computers like sex

All my students all step, bitch, do it to the death

This the part where you invest, pull the car around them jects, yo

[Outro]

They tell all the stories 'bout the times

Yeah, none of them niggas is on my mind, yo

Yeah, I had to flip it, make that melon lime, yo

Fry 'em, fry 'em

Like, like fuckin', um

Like a plantain, fry that thing