Kvng Russ - Prime Time Lyrics

You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine
Got sativa that’s straight out of India
Why complain when you know that it’s plenty of
All this money for niggas to get ‘em some
When she ride on this dick I say giddy up
In the moment you just got to live it up
She keep asking me questions like trivia
All this weight on my back hurt my tibia
Chilling next to the sea like I’m libiya
Stick it up stick it up stick it up
They keep on telling me just put my blicky up
She finna lick it up lick it up lick it up
She feeling my drip so lil momma ‘gon give it up
I came to ruin the day
Nah I came to ruin your lives
I run up a check every day
Can’t come around here undisguised
Oh
You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine
She told me I’m rare
I just sat there and stared
Cause my nigga I know that I’m already litty
She shaped like a pair
Can’t no one compare
At the show I be signing theses freak bitches titties
Just show me you care
And show me you there
Ima account for the niggas that's with me
Just let it be clear
We don’t have no fears
Ima keep it a buck I won’t be fifty
Fifty
Be fifty
I ain’t rude but this cash nigga give me
Dyke bitch ima turn her like timmy
If this rap shit a game I’m a demi
Eat the beat like it’s motherfucking dennys
I won’t change I ain’t keeping no pennies
Cop a foreign or cop me a hemi
You got no choice I’m having plenty
Tryna get to the cash like I’m Rockefeller
If a nigga act up I might rock a feller
And we stay with the heat like we rocking sweaters
If I’m sick of her shit I would probably tell her
Wrap my hand round her neck and she getting wetter
Give her slow strokes my nickname is Donatello
He be whipping his shit but I drive it better
If she fine and I want her then ima get her
You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine

You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine
Got sativa that’s straight out of India
Why complain when you know that it’s plenty of
All this money for niggas to get ‘em some
When she ride on this dick I say giddy up
In the moment you just got to live it up
She keep asking me questions like trivia
All this weight on my back hurt my tibia
Chilling next to the sea like I’m libiya
Stick it up stick it up stick it up
They keep on telling me just put my blicky up
She finna lick it up lick it up lick it up
She feeling my drip so lil momma ‘gon give it up
I came to ruin the day
Nah I came to ruin your lives
I run up a check every day
Can’t come around here undisguised
Oh
You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine
She told me I’m rare
I just sat there and stared
Cause my nigga I know that I’m already litty
She shaped like a pair
Can’t no one compare
At the show I be signing theses freak bitches titties
Just show me you care
And show me you there
Ima account for the niggas that's with me
Just let it be clear
We don’t have no fears
Ima keep it a buck I won’t be fifty
Fifty
Be fifty
I ain’t rude but this cash nigga give me
Dyke bitch ima turn her like timmy
If this rap shit a game I’m a demi
Eat the beat like it’s motherfucking dennys
I won’t change I ain’t keeping no pennies
Cop a foreign or cop me a hemi
You got no choice I’m having plenty
Tryna get to the cash like I’m Rockefeller
If a nigga act up I might rock a feller
And we stay with the heat like we rocking sweaters
If I’m sick of her shit I would probably tell her
Wrap my hand round her neck and she getting wetter
Give her slow strokes my nickname is Donatello
He be whipping his shit but I drive it better
If she fine and I want her then ima get her
You ain’t got no racks get to steppin’
I’m still in my prime time
Stay strapped up with this fn
Just hope it ain’t my time
Count back ends I don’t like friends
I don’t follow no guidelines
It’s different from when I was little now I’m really sipping on fine wine