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On Time lyrics by Lil Heatwave

Intro
(Yeah, yeah…)
Uh-huh
(Boom, boom!)
Told that ho don’t hit my line, Lil Heat ain’t wastin’ time
(Bitch!)
You feel me? (Feel me?)
Uh-huh (Grrah!), uh-huh (Brrrah!)

Chorus
Told that bitch get off my dick, I’m ridin’ solo, fuck a friend (Skrrt, skrrt!)
We caught that boy, he talkin’ tough, then we slid back ‘round again (Boom! Boom!)
My youngin tweaked, he poppin’ shit, he only twelve, don’t need no plan (Fuck it!)
I ain’t signin’ to no label, they can’t own what I began (Nah!)
Mixin’ pain up in this wood, I roll my trauma in these grams (Gas!)
I’m still posted in the east, where we put opps up in the sand (Bitch!)
Say you with me, better ride, or get left out when s* hit fan (Grrah!)
Ain’t no mercy in this life, we spin ‘til all them niggas ran (Go!)
(Bitch, we spin!)

Verse
Ayy, caught his ass lackin’, he froze (Uh-huh)
Lil bro up that pole, he chose (Boom!)
Say he gon’ slide, never showed (Pussy!)
Now he just somethin’ I smoked (Smoke pack!)
I ain’t tryna hear no stories, fuck that talkin’, get him gone (Shh—grrah!)
I got pain deep in my chest, I put that shit all in my songs (No cap!)
Bro said I’m movin’ reckless, I said „gang, I’m alone”
All these scars I carry with me, I just carry with this chrome (Brrrah!)
That lil’ bitch, she say I’m toxic, I say „Bitch, go write a poem” (Go!)
Ain’t no love in what I’m livin’, all I got is sticks and storms (Boom! Boom!)
Still got blood all on my kicks (What?)
Still got rounds up in this clip (Grrah, grrah!)
Heard your big bro tried to slide, now his name up on that list (He dead!)
I be damned if I go broke, bitch I’m trappin’ in my fits
You be damned if you come close, this FN bark like it’s pissed (Bitch!)

Chorus
Told that bitch get off my dick, I’m ridin’ solo, fuck a friend
We caught that boy, he talkin’ tough, then we slid back ‘round again (Boom! Boom!)
My youngin tweaked, he poppin’ shit, he only twelve, don’t need no plan (Brrrah!)
I ain’t signin’ to no label, they can’t own what I began (Nah!)
Mixin’ pain up in this wood, I roll my trauma in these grams (Smokin’ pain!)
I’m still posted in the east, where we put opps up in the sand (Ha-ha!)
Say you with me, better ride, or get left out when s* hit fan (Grrah!)
Ain’t no mercy in this life, we spin ‘til all them niggas ran (Spin back!)

Outro
(Yeah!)
Free my bro, they got him booked, he only thirteen, toting steel (Free him!)
Life ain’t fair, but shit, I’m on it — every drill I’m movin’ real (Facts!)
If I die, just let them know I stood on business in that field (Lil Heat!)
(Boom! Boom!)
Lil Heatwave, bitch
(Grrah, grrah, bow!)