No Time Wasted' Song Lyrics - Polo G

No Time Wasted

Song by Polo G

Song Lyrics ;

Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)

Ayy, look, I do this shit for all my guys that got put under
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer, them guns spit thunder
One shot and he dead, call that bitch the one-hit wonder
No, we don't aim for legs, tryna make it hot all summer
As a small kid, I used to want an H2 Hummer
My uncle did a bid, they could've gave him football numbers
I went from Mandrake daily tryna work on my jumper
Now it's gang-gang, we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh
Old heads can't trick us, drop rakes and we flick up
Blow his face, get zipped up, ambulance pick up
Uh, red cups full of liquor, let lead bust for my niggas
Come through and tear it up with them blickers, I really fed all of my killers

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)

Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money 'cause I ain't got no patience
I'm with my team 'cause they cook niggas like bacon
I did my thing trappin' out the spot, it was vacant
Lil' nigga in jail stabbin' shit up like he Jason, uh, uh, uh
Run in a Porsche with some horses like I'm racin'
Bitch so bad look photoshopped when she naked
Made it out the jungle where they scorchin' and blazin'
My dog get money and I get money, it's contagious
Went from a trapper to livin' like a popstar
I done got so rich I'm feedin' my lil' kids caviar
My bitch don't want for shit, she get whatever she want
My shooter walk you down, stand over you, make sure it's done

Uh, I know you waitin'
Gettin' fed up, you runnin' out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you we would make it
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)

Songwriters: Nayvidius Wilburn / Taurus Bartlett

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