Long Time

[Intro: JayBucks]
(Damn, damn, Donnie you killed this shit)
Boom-boom-boom

[Chorus: JayBucks & Mo Kartii]
Hold on wait, that's Kim
Like, shawty she shake it in skims
She need a sugar daddy, I ain't him
If I'm gon' play I'm goin' for the win
Like what? Like boo?
She get neaky, Brittney what you do?
Knockers on knockers, I don't need a crew
She say, "Baby, why you really not my boo?"
Like what? Like boo?
So many thotties gotta call my mans
She got frenchies, jacked two-man
Brittney, Lisha, Wendy, Sam
Ayo Brittney, what the fuck, like how many times did I up?
Back on the knock she tryna eat me up
She say "Jay, that's a shorty?" Not even a 10
Oh that's turbulence up in my pants
Two twin Glocks, .40 make a dance
Bеam on a Glock I put her in a trance
Oh that bitch tryna line mе tryna give me Xans
Oh that's turbulence up in my pants
Two twin Glocks, .40 make a dance
Beam on a Glock, I put her in a trance
Oh that bitch tryna line me tryna give me Xans (It's Kartii bitch)

[Verse 1: Mo Kartii]
She a baddie she totin' a blick
She goes crazy when she off the liq'
She get horny, start asking for dick
Like she gon' like when I'm ready to dip
Two guns in a whip (That's facts)
We be ballin' like Van and the Mets
I won't stop 'til I'm up and I'm rich
Like I won't stop 'til I empty the six
Opp thot she ain't think that I peep her
Oh she wanna ball on a baller?
I'm up 4-0 you would think that I'm really a Sweeper (That's facts)
He don't know that I'm really his reaper (That's facts)
Someone Kartii this shit is a sleeper
In the store, tryna run up the Visa
They keep watching like they Mona Lisa
You don't want me to up and quake
Smoking Za', I think this is the eighth
Not gonna lie, my gun be jammin'
But there's still time, I be giving it fate
They ask how I'm livin', I'm living great (Nigga)
They be dissin' and thinking they ate
Spinning early, they spinnin' out late
You know karma don't have any dates

[Chorus: JayBucks]
Hold on wait, that's Kim
Like, shawty she shake it in skims
She need a sugar daddy, I ain't him
If I'm gon' play I'm goin' for the win
Like what? Like boo?
She get neaky, Brittney what you do?
Knockers on knockers, I don't need a crew
She say, "Baby, why you really not my boo?"
Like what? Like boo?
So many thotties gotta call my mans
She got frenchies, jacked two-man
Brittney, Lisha, Wendy, Sam
Ayo Brittney, what the fuck, like how many times did I up?
Back on the knock she tryna eat me up
She say "Jay, that's a shorty?" Not even a 10
Oh that's turbulence up in my pants
Two twin Glocks, .40 make a dance
Beam on a Glock I put her in a trance
Oh that bitch tryna line me tryna give me Xans
Oh that's turbulence up in my pants
Two twin Glocks, .40 make a dance
Beam on a Glock, I put her in a trance
Oh that bitch tryna line me tryna give me Xans