Time’s Up

(Damn BT)

[Verse 1]
Ay, Uh, I know she a thot, but I still cuffed
She a hood bitch, I had to boss up
Step clean on the scene put ya daughter up
Like I fuck with slaughter gang, I’mma slaughter her
I am not a regular lil nigga
She look a lil better with a filter
I told her when I see her I’mma fuck her like I miss her
Niggas really dying in my city so I’m sticked up

[Verse 2]
Uh
Pressure make diamonds
I’mma cold stepper, I be switching up the climate
I don’t give a fuck about this jewelry and designer
I heard he was dead, so whеre he at, I wanna sign him, pussy!
Ash on ya head likе I’m Dave from the grave
She thought I was hurt, bitch you play, hoe I’m paid
Get money, Chains on my neck like a slave
“Hey Honey”, she said, “let me put it in your face”, Ha!

[Verse 3]
Back from the dead, back from the dirt
We take racks out the bank, we put faces on the shirt
I was running through the trenches I ain’t never go to church
I was runnin up them commas while my momma was at work
She said she a fan so I hit her in my merch
Yeah I got them bands, that don’t mean you get a purse
Keep the trap in and we stickin’ up the clerk
If I’m feeling bad I just fix it with a perc
Ay big timer, gangster and designer
You know what was coming with this shit, when you signed up
Real rich nigga pay a hundred for a line-up
Old niggas dissin’ on my name cuz they time up

[Outro]
Ay big timer, gangster and designer
You know what was coming with this shit, when you signed up
Real rich nigga pay a hundred for a line-up
Old niggas dissin’ on my name cuz they time up, bitch!

(Damn BT)