Time Out

[HOOK]

I be going hard till its time out

I just wana work I just wana grind out

I just wana shine like a light house

I just wana rep for my home town

[VERSE 1 –JessB]

Shorty wana ride out, wipe out, lights out

U looking for the one, we gonna find out

Shorty I’m a rider, red hot, right now

I got a screw loose, never wind down

Watching from the top, I won’t climb down

See me flex, they wana poke an eye out

Steppin on necks, so they lie down

10 toes up that’s a strike out

Check the specs, you standing next to the best

I don’t check the rest, cuz I’m collecting chequеs

Yeah, me big bold bitches bеtter come correct

…Lotta lips moving, say it with your chest

[HOOK]

I be going hard till its time out

I just wana work I just wana grind out

I just wana shine like a light house

I just wana rep for my home town

[VERSE 2 –JessB]

Make like a plumber, baby pipe down

Lotta fruity bitches looking dried out

Rolling with the team till its time out

And if he acting up that’s a time out

ABC on my BDE

Yeah, I know you looked twice when you walked past me

This might just be fate, got a lot up on my plate

I got a spot you can come to if you nasty

Full speed to ya lemme lemme get that

Put in time for the work, lemme lemme get that

Too good make you blah blah

And I don’t take chances, you can betty bet that

Moving through the low cloud, flown out, touch down

Make a shorty sing like Motown

Everywhere I go yeah, shut down, Buss down

If you show up ima show out

[VERSE 3 – Abdul Kay]

Yeah yeah, I just wana turn up

Tell the DJ make sure that it’s turnt up

Yeah, till the roof till it burns up

They ain’t wana dance , but they ran when they heard us

Whatchu shaking that ass for

If you ain’t tryna bring it over to the dance floor

But you ain’t gotta do a thing, if you don’t wana do a thing

Cuz baby that’s yours

The choice is there, all of my boys prepared

My voice is rare, you love it

I ain’t going back and forth, coming for the bag of course

I’m back I want it

Hands on the wheel , I skrrt past them

I don’t feel a thing, no hurt that’s them

Ain’t nobody better with the words I swear

I blaze that mic, I work that pen