Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio

(God I love this sample)

We′re going to dance

And exercise

And have some fun

I ain't got time for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar

Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?

Boy, I ain′t got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Had these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time

Boy, I need a Kleenex

How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it

That I got this car, so I took scenic

Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix

First (happy birthday!)

You bitch-ass nigga, yup, I′m thirsty

Them little shots that you threw, they ain′t hurt me

I ain't fuck with you bitch-ass in the first place

I ain′t got time for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar

Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Had these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?

Boy, I ain′t got time

Nat Turner would be so proud of me

'Cause all these (motherfuckers) got they style from me

I bet they all looking from the crowd at me

And if I ask them, they′ll bow to me

But, you a house nigga, so you don't know

How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose

And my big dick and my short hair

'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

(Hey)

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock (yeah)

Tick-tock

Tick-tock (ayo)

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill

When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil′ (hey)

Next line′ll have em' like "woah"

I′ve been kissing white boys since 2004

One me, two feet, three M's

Four, five, six years ago sucked

Seven figure

Conversations with Converse finalized, ′cause Vans fucked up

I'ma read commas, you gon′ leave comments

Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada

You ain't important

I′ma keep sporting

All smiles over here shout out to The Garden (tick-tock)

(That′s a fact boy)

And, I just handle all my business like a chess board (tick-tock, tick-tock)

And at them Golf boys? That's my motherfucking set, boy

Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda

Walk weird ′cause my pockets look like thick Yoda

With a Skywalker, riding 'round solar

Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola

Getting neck from the broad like some big shoulders

′Til I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster

E'rything I say is hot, bitch, I speak toaster

And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher

Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of

Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa

What′s that thick odor?

Young Millie T

Young, focused black boy, oh silly me

(I ain't got time!)

Better talk shit

'Cause I′m either in my Cons or my Golf shit

Pants got a lil′ flood, nigga pipe down

I'm Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down

(Boy I ain′t got time!)

Yeah, right now, 'cause niggas dying every day

And I ain′t light brown

And i-D ain't wanna give a nigga no pose

So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue

(Nigga, I ain′t got time!)

Listen man, I'm that boy

All you lil' niggas clones, boy, I fill that void

You better kill that noise

Turn around and remap route

When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth

Tick-tock (bitch)

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock (′cause I ain′t got ti-)

Sugar, oh

You're so sweet

Fuck?

They should call you sugar

′Cause you're so s-

Hello?