Time I'm On Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Three, man 

Dubba-AA flexin' 

AI 

Louie Bandz made another one 

I ain't never did that, nah 

Why you acting like that? Nah 

I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world 

This is the sound 

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax 

Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack 

Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap 

These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap 

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home 

I been tryna make it through the headphones 

You see me when I came in, I was all alone 

Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on 

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Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem 

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him 

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them 

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them 

Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene 

Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans 

I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean 

Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem 

I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out 

No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around 

I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now 

I got platinum plaques around the house 

I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all 

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax 

Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack 

Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap 

These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap 

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home 

I been tryna make it through the headphones 

You see me when I came in, I was all alone 

Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on 

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem 

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him 

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them 

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them 

I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way 

I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage 

This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray 

Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made 

Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it's flashy 

I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting 

I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy 

I'm still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets 

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home 

I been tryna make it through the headphones 

You see me when I came in, I was all alone 

Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on 

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem 

Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him 

Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them 

These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them 

This is the sound