Lunch Time Crunch Time
Didn't go to court
I'm ducking 1 Time
Chopper sound like
Marching bands
From a drumline
I don't do lines
I usually sell mine
Game face baby
Cause it's game time
That boi flatlined
Didn't make it to halftime
I'm the future
I'm the present
Your the past time
Gold Gang coach
Niquo Boeheim
Y'all ain't getting money
Yo card declined
I hear niggaz talkin reckless
But I don't give a f*ck
I got Bytchez in my dm they Just tryna get f*cked
My Yung nigga got the draco And he keep that bytch tucked
I'ma pull in that masi
With the neon guts
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Never make excuses
I just pick up the tab
My momma say nigga u was Born with the gift of gab
I Grasp my thoughts
Up out of the air
My mind's my pen and pad
Life is a beach
And we just playing in the sand
Call a nigga P Diddy
Cause the boy making bands
Chopper bought from Iraq
Blast a Nigga to Iran
Niggas think they too cool
We turn they girls into fans
Ain't a day that go bye
I'm not high?
Im in a trance
F*ck what ya saying
Gold Life take a stand
Nizzy Nique got the plan
Pop that pussy for a band
Around these parts
Bitch I'm the man
Gold Gang
New Wu Tang Clan
Bitch I'm fly as Peter pan
I'm the black Genghis Khan
For my brand
Nike God
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Nique - Crunch Time Lyrics
Nique - Crunch Time Lyrics
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Lunch Time Crunch Time
Didn't go to court
I'm ducking 1 Time
Chopper sound like
Marching bands
From a drumline
I don't do lines
I usually sell mine
Game face baby
Cause it's game time
That boi flatlined
Didn't make it to halftime
I'm the future
I'm the present
Your the past time
Gold Gang coach
Niquo Boeheim
Y'all ain't getting money
Yo card declined
I hear niggaz talkin reckless
But I don't give a f*ck
I got Bytchez in my dm they Just tryna get f*cked
My Yung nigga got the draco And he keep that bytch tucked
I'ma pull in that masi
With the neon guts
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Never make excuses
I just pick up the tab
My momma say nigga u was Born with the gift of gab
I Grasp my thoughts
Up out of the air
My mind's my pen and pad
Life is a beach
And we just playing in the sand
Call a nigga P Diddy
Cause the boy making bands
Chopper bought from Iraq
Blast a Nigga to Iran
Niggas think they too cool
We turn they girls into fans
Ain't a day that go bye
I'm not high?
Im in a trance
F*ck what ya saying
Gold Life take a stand
Nizzy Nique got the plan
Pop that pussy for a band
Around these parts
Bitch I'm the man
Gold Gang
New Wu Tang Clan
Bitch I'm fly as Peter pan
I'm the black Genghis Khan
For my brand
Nike God
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Didn't go to court
I'm ducking 1 Time
Chopper sound like
Marching bands
From a drumline
I don't do lines
I usually sell mine
Game face baby
Cause it's game time
That boi flatlined
Didn't make it to halftime
I'm the future
I'm the present
Your the past time
Gold Gang coach
Niquo Boeheim
Y'all ain't getting money
Yo card declined
I hear niggaz talkin reckless
But I don't give a f*ck
I got Bytchez in my dm they Just tryna get f*cked
My Yung nigga got the draco And he keep that bytch tucked
I'ma pull in that masi
With the neon guts
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Never make excuses
I just pick up the tab
My momma say nigga u was Born with the gift of gab
I Grasp my thoughts
Up out of the air
My mind's my pen and pad
Life is a beach
And we just playing in the sand
Call a nigga P Diddy
Cause the boy making bands
Chopper bought from Iraq
Blast a Nigga to Iran
Niggas think they too cool
We turn they girls into fans
Ain't a day that go bye
I'm not high?
Im in a trance
F*ck what ya saying
Gold Life take a stand
Nizzy Nique got the plan
Pop that pussy for a band
Around these parts
Bitch I'm the man
Gold Gang
New Wu Tang Clan
Bitch I'm fly as Peter pan
I'm the black Genghis Khan
For my brand
Nike God
In Gold Life We Trust
Guerilla Warfare Time
Y'all don't it wit Us
They call me hangtime
Big Nutz Get F*cked
Pill off in that coop
And leave you f*cks in the dust
From Dusk til Dawn
Yeah the heat is on
Big guns we bust
Yung hotboy under heat
They got me on the run
I'ma get the final word
When it's said and done
The Start of the Run
Writer: Dominique Bouie
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