Uh (Uh)

What What What What....Uh

It's Luni Coleone [Repeat]



I let him know nigga

I break him off from the yay

It's Luni Coleone

I ain't out for the play

Time waits for no man and I preach that shit

Hear the poppin off at mouth

I'mma bust that lip

Mista hit him quick

Mista hit him quicker

On the down

Hop in like a gang or group house

Bout to scratch ho

Fuck a nigga

And that's my motto

On the rizzeal

If niggas try to flex I eat 'em up like oatmeal

And fuck a front row

In the streets that's a no-no

But if she got ass

I'mma take her like some no-dos

I use to bring beans now it's me on the table

Lookie here Mama now I got my own label

I'm 22 years old with a beer belly

Eyes fucked in the club by gone off the smelly

Been there but done did that niggas

Down with the dirt

Pull it out

Then shoot that nigga

Where it hurts



[Chorus:]

They says time waits for no man

So I got time to wait on no man

I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand

Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ???

I let him know it's Coleone on the fuckin gate

Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38

I tell u one more gen

Time waits for no man

So when I'm commin I'm dumpin

Bust him with the gat in my hand



I hit the gas like a motherfucking 3-way ???

Leanin bodies in the trunk

Straight cold ass fuck

I'm the nigga with the quickest trigger

Down to pull it

Dump a whole click if a nigga on some bullshit

It's West Coast

Straight entrepreneur

Lead a bitch to the bank like a fish lure

And if a motherfucker dump

I'mma bust him with a sawed-off

Hop on him like a rabbit

Dag-nabbit

I've been pissed off

Niggas got me fucked up

Like I'm soft

But I'm hockin up

Then that's when yo Grandpa call

Ain't no greater G than me

Fuck what you reppin

Niggas get caught without their motherfucking weapon

Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard

But Oh No!

If he holler let him go

Fuck that

Fuck the ho

Chitty Chitty I bang blue

Punk nigga I thought you knew

Time waits for no man

So I'm commin at you like a fool



[Chorus]



I wish a nigga would run up

I'm quick to let him have it

On a lead pistola

In your ass young faggot

Used to have love

But now I'm out to kill people

Cross game

You'll be in more shit than a dung beetle

This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker)

I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers)

Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead

Drink 40's till I throw up

And choke off weed

Ain't no nigga alive can put fear in this G

I'm a psycho

Like ??? boy put that on me

It's my time to shine

So I'm going for mine

Fuck me and my bitch

Boy this me and my .9

Out to rule the world nigga

So...uh...what you gone do?

It's my style bitch

And I'll change it if I want to

Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag

Time waits for not a thang

Put yo G's on that



[Chorus]



Uh Uh Uh Uh...nigga

What What What What

Uh It's Luni Coleone



Uh Uh

What What What What

Motherfuckers



Yall can't fuck wit it