​time of the day Lil Darkie

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah-yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I’m so high, Ion know time of the day
Pull up on a nigga, put a 9 in his face
Ion know what you talking 'bout, what about a case?
Pull up in the form with the dope in the case
And I could do the race like a nigga got moves
I just spent eight-hundred fifty dollars on shoes
I just spent nine-hundred fifty dollars on vapes
Everyone I met in Hollywood rapes
Everyone I met in Hollywood fucks
Ion know who the fuck in L.A I trust
Grippin' that strap and it just might buss
Send thirteen shots at ‘em for bad luck
Send fourteen light eight pounds in the mail
Lil' .22 hit, .44 don’t fail
83 just sent sixteen in the mail
I can make like two-hundred off of that now
I can make like three if I only sell nickels
My bitch like lime, Hot Cheetos and pickles
Every time I hit a backwood, it tickles
I got so much drip on me it trickles
I got so much drip on me I’m whale
I got so much drip on me like shark
How could someone like me even fail?
Why would someone like you even start?
Why would someone like you even try?
How could someone like you fit the part?
You the type to get high on the supply
You the type to get low, form in the dark
You the type to get on the floor from the top
You the type to suck dick just to get there
You the type to get up but it ain’t up
You the type to see other niggas ain’t care