No Time Wasted (Explicit) - Polo G/Future

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn

Polo G：

Uh-huh oh oh

Uh uh oh oh

I know you waitin'

Getting 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 **** 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 ***** 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 a 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 **** like a plunger uh

Old heads can't trick us

Drop rakes when we flick up

Lawyer's face get zipped up ambulance pick up

Oh red cups full of liquor

Let lead bust for my n***as

Come through and tear it up with them blickers

I really fed all of my killers

Uh I know you waitin'

Getting 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

Future：

Ayy I'm gettin' fast money 'cause I ain't got no patience

I'm with my team 'cause they cook n***as like bacon

I did my thing trappin' out the spot was vacant

Lil' n***a in jail stabbin' **** up like he Jason uh uh uh

Runnin' up fresh with some horses like I'm racin'

***** so bad look photoshopped when she naked

Made it out the jungle where they scorchin' and blazin'

My dawg get money and I get money n***a 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 ***** don't want for **** she get whatever she want

My shooter walk you down stand over you make sure it's done

Polo G：

Uh I know you waitin'

Getting fed up you runnin' out of patience

Just keep your head up I told you we'll 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