B.D.A. - waste time Lyrics

Aye, Trey five in the wood, I get high as f*ck
Tres died in yo hood, dropped no tear for us
Nothing died bout that shit it's been a couple months
Better turn to God n- fore' you turn to blunts
Ooh, I ain't never tripping when it's game time
Can't choose, Imma f*ck em at the same time
And that bitch like my twin, we got the same mind
I just f*ck and I dip, I can't waste time
I can't waste time
I been smoking cookie blunts till my brain fried
Never absent always present when the gang slide
Reason why he tatted up cause his gang died
Aye spot em then we got em, tryna rip one
I'm with WNB, tonight she tryna sip sum
All these bitches in my way I'm tryna pick one
Why they aiming at they feet? they tryna trip sum
And I hate it when I tell my homie "no dawg
Really pussy but they gas him like he O-dog
Why he talking on some people he ain't know dawg?
44 up on my hip, I keep that bulldog
Aye said he coming home just to keep him sane
And it ain't we love to deal we just love the game
Seen my people with that dog food inside they veins
Till you see em in a box you ain't feel no pain
Old bitch new habit yeah she taking lines
New bitch but she telling me the same lies
Free trauma you can get it when we bang nine's
Better light some candles for him tryna take mines
Ooh, I ain't never tripping when it's game time
Can't choose, Imma f*ck em at the same time
And that bitch like my twin, we got the same mind
I just f*ck and I dip, I can't waste time
I can't waste time
I been smoking cookie blunts till my brain fried
Never absent always present when the gang slide
Reason why he tatted up cause his gang died
Aye, until we six feet deep, we get high as hell
And before you say my name, dirty up a scale
I got God on my side, I could never fail
Would've thought they hit his legs by the way he fell
I get blunted with yo bitch I don't geek alone
Bro don't say he got it on him but he keep it known
Only time he claim the hood is on a telephone
If they talking on lil Beda we gon' kill that tone