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What What What What....Uh
It's Luni Coleone (Repeat)
I let him know n***a
I break him off from the gate
It's Luni Coleone
I ain't out for the pay
Time waits for no man and I preach that sh**
Hear the poppin off at mouth
I'mma bust that lip
Mista hit him quick
Mista hit him quicker
On the down
Hop in like a gang or group house
Bout to scratch ho
f** a n***a
And that's my motto
On the rizzeal
If n***as try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal
And f** a broke ho
In the streets that's a no-no
But if she got a**
I'mma take her like some No-doz
I use to bring beans now it's meat on the table
Lookie here Mama now I got my own label
I'm 22 years old with a beer belly
High as f** in the club by gone off the smelly
Been there but done did that n***as
Down with the dirt
Pull it out
Then shoot that n***a
Where it hurts
[Chorus]
They says time waits for no man
So I got time to wait on no man
I'm comin with the gat in my hand
Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ???
I let him know it's Coleone on the f**in gate
Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38
I tell u one more gen
Time waits for no man
So when I'm commin I'm dumpin
Bust him with the gat in my hand
I hit the gas like a motherf**ing 3-way ???
Leanin bodies in the trunk
Straight cold a** f**
I'm the n***a with the quickest trigger
Down to pull it
Dump a whole click if a n***a on some bullsh**
It's West Coast
Straight entrepreneur
Lead a b**h to the bank like a fish lure
And if a motherf**er dump
I'mma bust him with a sawed-off
Hop on him like a rabbit
Dag-nabbit
I've been pissed off
n***as got me f**ed up
Like I'm soft
But I'm hockin up
Then that's when yo Grandpa call
Ain't no greater G than me
f** what you reppin
n***as get caught without their motherf**ing weapon
Disrespecting a** holes wanna be hard
But Oh No!
If he holler let him go
f** that
f** the ho
Chitty Chitty I bang blue
Punk n***a I thought you knew
Time waits for no man
So I'm commin at you like a fool
[Chorus]
I wish a n***a would run up
I'm quick to let him have it
On a lead pistola
In your a** young f*ggot
Used to have love
But now I'm out to k** people
Cross game
You'll be in more sh** than a dung beetle
This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker)
I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers)
Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead
Drink 40's till I throw up
And choke off weed
Ain't no n***a alive can put fear in this G
I'm a psycho
Like ??? boy put that on me
It's my time to shine
So I'm going for mine
f** me and my b**h
Boy this me and my .9
Out to rule the world n***a
So...uh...what you gone do?
It's my style b**h
And I'll change it if I want to
Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag
Time waits for not a thang
Put yo G's on that
[Chorus]
Uh Uh Uh Uh...n***a
What What What What
Uh It's Luni Coleone
Uh Uh
What What What What
Motherf**ers
Yall can't f** wit it