Bobby Shmurda – No Time For Sleep (Freestyle) Lyrics

Bobby Shmurda No Time For Sleep Freestyle Lyrics, No Time For Sleep Freestyle Lyrics Bobby Shmurda

Ain’t got no time for sleep

Waste so much money on mind ain’t got no time for me
Shawty call me all the time, and say she tired of me
I know that I pop a lot and smoke a lot of weed
And I don’t pay her any mind when I be countin’ rich
Baby, I’m busy on the road, I need some time to breathe
They had me locked up in the pens, doin’ twenty-three
So I be stankin’ Mr. Ben ’til he twenty-three
A lof of, a lot of Ms in my twenty-three
Bitch .45 on my waist, I’m with my ven aquí
Bitch, .45 on my waist, don’t gotta turn the key
Bitch, .45 on my waist, I’m in my Bentley Jeep
Bitch, turned that fire on them niggas, they was twenty-three
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories
If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me
If you heard we slidin’ on them niggas, they make memories

Chopper, chopper, brr, brand new chopper out to tear bodies
PJ, got a thirty and extenders in this handglock
I’m gettin’ get rich as fuck, I’m just tryna keep my man out
Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox
Huh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?
Huh, you say it’s love, why your hands up?
They got they hands up and she always got her pants down
They said I stand out, then she tell me I’m the man now
Yeah, and this bitch always got her pants down, yeah
They tryna kill me for my bands now, for my mans now
Tryna kill me for queso, fill the tan up
Tryna kill me for the Lamb’ now
I got a chopper with a stain now
I bought the chopper with a stain now
I ain’t playin’ ’round, niggas fuck around where they live at
I’ma tear it down, from their friends to their grandma
I’ma hit him in the jailhouse, I’m gon’ him til the TEC stop
Blow the best spot, I’ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I hit the nigga, now his man hot
I hit the nigga ’til the jail hot
I got the chopper with the stain now, bitch, I ain’t playin’ ’round
Send the money in advance, this sound like a band yah

From the bustin’ on my (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ on my (Baw, baw, baw)
When I’m bustin’ off the chance, I’m so off them yams
I done kept them thirties in the gram, bustin’ open, no repent
You know my niggas are from jail right
They get money, ’cause they some [?]
I got the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hide
Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you black out
So tell these niggas don’t touch [?], so hungry off the powder
I’m in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick the pop, yeah
Nigga play, he gettin’ shot up, head top off
And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider
Niggas play, they gettin’ shot up
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
Brr, I got a chopper in the chopper
You fuck with Bobby, you fuck with me, go get your doctor
Go get your papi, go get your mother and your mama (lil bitch)
And I’ma go and get my llama
And we gon’ do it on the floor seat, fuck what you want, G
We can do it like some doggies right on the concrete
And I’ma show you how a dog be
Yeah, she only like me ’cause I’m flossy
She only like me ’cause the office, these niggas bossy

I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin’ losses
I’m in the jet havin’ orgies
I used to shoot up niggas porches, G
I’m in the jet havin’ orgies, fuck what you saw G
I used to shoot up niggas porches, G with torches, g
Now we lit, we havin’ orgies
Brr, tell them hoes don’t record me
Brr, ayy, you know ain’t no one hard as me
No one is dawg as me, no one can take control of me
No skin as dark as me
These niggas ain’t got no heart like me
I heard the niggas tryna spot the G
Please, bitch, had me come up on the parkin’ lot
In the parkin’ spot
Hit the nigga right in the parkin’ spot right in the parkin’ lot
You know these niggas like to talk a lot
Ssh, oh, he ain’t tell you that he coughed a lot?
Brr, oh, they ain’t tell you that they coughed a lot?
Say “Fuck you talkin’ ’bout?” Say “Fuck that shit”
Nigga, I’m from [?] and that, we them doggies out
Me and him dogs, we like to bark a lot
Yeah, and it just rappin’, dawg, yeah
And I like my voice, ’cause this just rappin’ dawg
Half of this spazzin’ dawg
And used to play games, I start spazzin’ dawg
Don’t start with this ratchet though
Make me put you on game and clap it off
I slap any nigga and slap it off, bow
You see just how tough I slap it off
Heard that you backin’ off
Niggas put on and I’m just backin’ off
And then I just slapped it off
Hit that ratchet off, brr
Watch me, big pussy, back him off
Brr, now watch this ratchet back the pussy off
I dropped them, I slapped them off
You see his response, we slap him off
Watch me clap it off

First deal nigga (What)
First talk, first dead nigga
First nigga talk, first catch a round, nigga
From the ounce, nigga
Play with me, it’s goin’ down, nigga
Lay him down, nigga, from his motherfuckin’ squad, nigga
Make up your face like you died, nigga
Brr, go fuck around and catch a shot, nigga
You know I’m hot, nigga, play with me, that’s on the spot
He dropped his shots, bleed, everybody gettin’ shots, nigga
Brr, .45 and the Glock, nigga
Brr, yeah, they know I’m a hot nigga, hit your block, nigga
Keep the .30 in the car, we gon’ get you shot, nigga
Fuckin’ with me like you die, nigga
They made these pussies talk a lot, nigga
Until I catch him on the spot, nigga
Make a shot, nigga, with the .30 in the Glock
Walk his block, nigga, catch him in the parkin’ lot, nigga
Dub, and I’m gon’ get ’til I’m parred, nigga
Hood, they fuck with me, then they gon’ get parred, nigga
They get parred, nigga, quick, fast
Get ’em sparked, nigga, put the heart, nigga
Play for keeps, who you are, nigga (What)
Big gang shit ’til the morn’, nigga
Big gang shit ’til the night, nigga
That’s your life, nigga
Play with us, we GS9, nigga
Hit you twice, nigga
Hit you three times in your eyes, nigga
Brr, shootin’, shootin’, niggas blind, nigga
Brr, he only got two on his right, nigga, to slide, nigga
We got two up on his side, nigga
Hit his side nigga, soon
Hit him in the ride, nigga
Brr, right in his head, right in his side, nigga
Brr, ha ha ha ha

Dread nigga, yeah
They fuck with me, they know I’m crip nigga
They play with me, they know it’s lit, nigga
Give a six nigga, right you right infront your bitch, nigga
Grip the click, nigga, drums hanging off the whip, nigga, brr