AB Kirk, Guwop Reign - Time & Time Again Lyrics

(Yeah)
X these whores out
I hope they know now
You need to calm down
Toting black pistols
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)
Give a fuck what they was saying
Bitch I got a pistol in the palm of my hand
I tried to show you love but that don't mean nothing again
I tried to show you love but that don't mean nothing again
I'm running through these beats I left my soul on every win
It happens time and time but it don't mean nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Time and time don't mean nothing (Yeah)
(AB Kirk in the cut)
Black glock, black glock, meet me
Nice car, black car, who me
Pulling up 3 percent tints on me
Thought you was my dog you ain't my damn homie
I need fifty for everything
Might just go pull up on Johnny Dang
All this cash around me got it barricaded
The labels call my phone say they love my cadence
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up again
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again
X these whores out
I hope they know now
You need to calm down
Toting black pistols
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)

(Yeah)
X these whores out
I hope they know now
You need to calm down
Toting black pistols
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)
Give a fuck what they was saying
Bitch I got a pistol in the palm of my hand
I tried to show you love but that don't mean nothing again
I tried to show you love but that don't mean nothing again
I'm running through these beats I left my soul on every win
It happens time and time but it don't mean nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Time and time don't mean nothing (Yeah)
(AB Kirk in the cut)
Black glock, black glock, meet me
Nice car, black car, who me
Pulling up 3 percent tints on me
Thought you was my dog you ain't my damn homie
I need fifty for everything
Might just go pull up on Johnny Dang
All this cash around me got it barricaded
The labels call my phone say they love my cadence
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up again
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up time again
X these whores out
I hope they know now
You need to calm down
Toting black pistols
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tote no crumbs yeah (Yeah)