Prime Time

Verse 1:
You heard we was lit
And we making them hits
And we putting your lights out
We get to the bag
We whipping them whips and we bringing the bikes out (what’s up?)
Your bitch want to fuck ‘cuz she fuck with a lame and she know that we real nigga
Throwing up hat, see me with gang, know that we real killers
Racks in the club, and the haters all like, “why did he do it?”
The mack in the back of the Ac, blat, don’t make me use it (blat!)
The strippers is dancing, the bottles is coming, I’m busting my move
See me fresh to dеath, aye, look at the shoes
See mе with King, and you see me with Moe
And you see me with Chuck (what’s up?)
Forever Prime Time, niggas know what’s up

Hook:
I just throw money on a stripper
Get a lot of money with my hitters
Free all my killers
If you want the drama, come and get it!

I just throw money on a stripper
Get a lot of money with my hitters
Free all my killers
If you want the drama, come and get it!

Verse 2:
Niggas don’t learn till the thing go
Put a couple shots through the brain though
Transport work out the bando
Few couple mills is what I came for
Really really came from the back block
Ducking mad shots, niggas mad hot (woah)
Niggas got shot, niggas mad hot
Ducking mad cops, and niggas back out (woah)
Back in the club on that extra grind

Two chains on with an extra shine
My time now, fuck who next in line
Pray you don’t snitch, don’t testify
Only talk bread when you next to mine
When I’m in the club, no less than 5
Know all my rules, no less than that
From the last stop, where you next to die
Still getting head in the Benzo
Move a lot of work out the rental
Still letting off that thing though
Never forget where I came from

Hook:
I just throw money on a stripper
Get a lot of money with my hitters
Free all my killers
If you want the drama, come and get it!

I just throw money on a stripper
Get a lot of money with my hitters
Free all my killers
If you want the drama, come and get it!