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Who TF Is Justin Time?
Who TF Is Justin Time?
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Songwriter
Justin Stowers
Justin Stowers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butters Pro
Butters Pro
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Check one
Sir, you have a collect call from fuck your bitch
[Verse 2]
Been a real cracker from the jump
I ain't never had to live no lies
Always working hard for the bucks
I don't like to really waste no time
Stay with the smoke like a Dutch
Keep a torch, don't need no light
Arm out the window with a what?
I ain't even gotta say that line
[Verse 3]
OG like I'm Brodnax
Feel like Demun in a straw hat
Only make hits like I'm Big Murph
Made a hundred grand off T-shirts
Rap about guns, but they been afraid
Shitstain Shane, that boy been a lame
2500, now I'm Diesel Gang
Don't grab my titty like what's her name
If they a Big Po fan, bet their missing a tooth
The only fire he knows is the flame to the spoon
Matt Townz said my name just to get him some views
He's got a Z in his name 'cause you hear him and snooze
Rappers real fake like a decoy
Pockets real big like I'm Leroy
Dropped real quick like a Big Smo show
Get smacked up bitch, that's a Haystak blow
Nerf Gun Ned wants back on the scene
Guess I gotta block 'im like Shaq with the Heat
What's Shane gon' do? Not a goddamn thing
Boy built like Ellen with an eyebrow ring
Switching my stance like I fight South Paw
Stay with The StiXXX like my drummer Jon Paul
Hustle like Strug, that's the real outlaw
Bad apple like Jelly till the wheels fall off
[Verse 4]
Been a real cracker from the jump
I ain't never had to live no lies
Always working hard for the bucks
I don't like to really waste no time
Stay with the smoke like a Dutch
Keep a torch, don't need no light
Arm out the window with a what?
I ain't even gotta say that line
[Verse 5]
Don't touch my truck
Shut the fuck up
Little bitch, you ain't shot no buck
Fuck that, you ain't never seen mud
Luke Bryan never kicked up dust
Blanco Brown really couldn't get up
Lil Nas X never showed up
'Cause he probably too busy taking dick in the butt
Shooting these shots, I empty this mag and then I reload it
Say you the GOAT, but really that's Church 'cause his records golden
Say that they real, but shit hit the fan, you know that they folding
Rappers be lying, they really be broke and then blame it on COVID
Stay with the iron, I carry the club just like I'm a caddy
I am the one, but stay with the two, and I point it right at him
Hosier's a bum, he's really my son, I guess I'm his daddy
Checking the facts, what has he done if it wasn't for Adam?
[Verse 6]
Let me get the gas quick
Pour it on this corny ass rap shit
Forty blast quick, zip his ass up in plastic
'Bout to get smacked like you texting in traffic
Dudes I'm with are ruthless, savage
You are more into news and fashion
Looking stupid for views, you acting
Wearing dresses and goofy hats
Man, I see you in public, I'm whooping your ass
Bitch, stay loaded, you know and I'm ready
Got a big 4-4 and that bitch talk heavy
With that Pablo flow, sitting low in the Chevy
Hit the gas real fast, they ain't never gonna catch me
Slide so fast, you ain't never gonna catch me
Got a blicky in the dash, and the cash on hefty
Put my city on the map like I opened up the levy
Put the fifty in the mag, like I'm opened up and ready
[Verse 7]
Been a real cracker from the jump
I ain't never had to live no lies
Always working hard for the bucks
I don't like to really waste no time
Stay with the smoke like a Dutch
Keep a torch, don't need no light
Arm out the window with a what?
I ain't even gotta say that line
Written by: Adam Calhoun, Justin Stowers
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