Lyrics
Got no time to run the streets
I packed my bags up, then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburbs ('Burbs)
I walk out the house, feel like I don't belong there
Police harass me like every other night
Won't you let me just live my motherfuckin' life?
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it's 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice
My lil shooter, he in the jam, I'm tryna get him home
I can't even talk 'bout murder with him on the phone
Okay, he know he not with it, but he talk violent in his songs
If we catch him, we gon' zip him, leave his body with a stone
I got fire in my lungs, you gon' see fire when I blow
Why they call him cut the fan on? 'Cause that fire what he tote
I got shooters on command, though, they still slidin' if I'm wrong
Help me try to understand more, why I'm dying for your love
Please, I put my heart right on my sleeve
Even if I dogged you, still don't want you to leave
And I don't got no time to run no bitch down
I ain't even got no time to run the streets
I packed my bags up, then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburbs ('Burbs)
I walk out the house, feel like I don't belong there
Police harass me like every other night
Won't you let me just live my motherfuckin' life?
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it's 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice
Flooded my neck up with ice, police told me freeze
She told me that she in love, I dunno what that mean
How we leave a **** stanking, spray 'em like Febreeze
I don't care 'bout no fuckin' rain, it's still gon' make 'em bleed
You pop 'em just because of me, lil ****, you my son
Don't tell me you love me 'cause I don't do no love
Do no reminiscing, fuck remembering what it was
I just know 'bout what it is and that just what it's gonna be
**** tryna copy, it's just one of me
That lil hoe just a body, she mean nothing to me
I ain't tryna make no game, let's build a economy
Me and you **** not the same
Got no time to run the streets
I packed my bags up, then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburbs ('Burbs)
I walk out the house, feel like I don't belong there
Police harass me like every other night
Won't you let me just live my motherfuckin' life?
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it's 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice
Written by: Javarri Walker, Michael Nguyen, Michael Peña