TIME TO DIE lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm f*cking glowed and my prime different
I am not f*cking with you blood, I size different (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yeah, take a b*tch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, b*tch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' b*tch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n*gga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I got my Wraith umbrella, they throwing shade over
I sip this bottle 'til the bottle got a hangover
Paint your face with this chopper that's a makeover
I'm still totin' that sh*t that they'd throw gang over, yeah
You let sh*t slide that we would bang over
I give that b*tch Trippie's di*k and she go insane over it
The type of b*tch riding 'round and she blowing brain for it
I like it out of the country, everything on me foreign
You boring, while I'm 'round touring
You big out of bound I'm big scoring
I'm like a big eagle, b*tch I'm soaring
b*tch bring the motherf*cking chorus back in, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm f*cking glowed and my prime different
I am not f*cking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a b*tch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, b*tch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' b*tch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n*gga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover

[Verse 2: FreeMoney800]
Yeah, on the road to riches, dodging feds like potholes
Had to get it off my wrist, with pyrex and them hot stoves
Meeting with my migos he just dropped off a hot load
Almost got gangrene in my arm cause my watch froze
Pitching underhand ounces of work like softballs
.40 in my hand shoot sideways like I'm O-Dog
Cranking harder than a Jamaican down in the Newton zone
Sack after sack, we sat down 'til the bag gone
Speaking on the gang might lead to an early exit
b*tch we tied got mob ties down in Texas, weird flex but okay
Fifty pounds on the way, it ain't no magic trick I make him disappear today
This 800 (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm f*cking glowed and my prime different
I am not f*cking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a b*tch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, b*tch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' b*tch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n*gga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover
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