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Lyricist: Yung Pinch
Lyrics:
Know what time it is Yung Pinch in this, woah Ooh, Bighead on the beat (ooh, yeah) You know what time it is I'm scoring points on the board It's my time again, yeah (it's my time again) Catch me slidin' in Ain't got no points on the board 'cause you ain't tryna win All my homies chasin' paper, ain't got time to spend I'm never worried 'bout a hater, got all kind of friends (yeah) Police tried to get me, told 'em 'Try again' I'm by the beach in my city, come and find the kid, yeah Come and find the kid I'm by the beach, smokin' sticky, gettin' high wit' yo' bitch Gucci flops on my feet every time that I hit It's just that Northside beach boy life that I live, yeah I never lie to these kids, tell 'em straight (tell 'em straight) Tell 'em straight how it is It's a cold ass world and there's ice in the fridge I'm pourin' D'usse up and get drugs, no advice to give (yeah) I'm puttin' points on the board Run it up, let em' know that you scored, yeah Bet you they gon' make some noise Hear that money just touch down on the board You know what time it is I'm scoring points on the board It's my time again, yeah (it's my time again) Catch me slidin' in Ain't got no points on the board 'cause you ain't tryna win All my homies chasin' paper, ain't got time to spend I'm never worried 'bout a hater, got all kind of friends Police tried to get me, told 'em 'Try again' I'm by the beach in my city, come and find the kid, yeah Come and find the kid Come and find the kid You know what time it is I'm puttin' points on the board, yeah I'm puttin' points on the board Yung P on the wave, you on the shore Heard they want me on the tour Might fuck it up, let em' know what it's for (what it's for) 'Cause they might not know I do this shit for y'all, do this shit for my bros This my life right here, either way that it goes I'ma put on for my fam' and put up for my coast, yeah You know what time it is I'm scoring points on the board It's my time again, yeah (it's my time again) Catch me slidin' in Ain't got no points on the board 'cause you ain't tryna win All my homies chasin' paper, ain't got time to spend I'm never worried 'bout a hater, got all kind of friends (yeah) Police tried to get me, told 'em 'Try again' I'm by the beach in my city, come and find the kid, yeah Come and the find the kid, yeah Come and find the kid, woah Know what time it is
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