"Time Up" lyrics
Chase Fetti & 38 Spesh Lyrics
Uh, y'all know me, Top of the Red, nigga
That beef ain't 'bout money, what's the reason then (what's the reason then)?
Well, I'm all over it like seasoning, yo' shawty let me still holla (uhuh)
I'm feeling like a thief in it
There's nothing like the feeling when the pieces hit
I did it with my Cleveland bitch (that's a fact)
Had a couple pieces taped through in calves
Sent her travelling through Dallas like she playing for the Mav's (go get that)
Go get in the field, five days, I ain't taking a bath
A hundred yams, me and Ham gon' break it in half (free Ham)
That's what you call eating with fam
You hearin' static call 'em up, never speak on the 'Gram (never do it)
Niggas don't put in the work but steady reachin' they hand (fuck outta here)
And when the feds raid 'em, same niggas speak on the stand, fuck (fuckin' rats)
I ain't chattin' we knew the rules when we signed up
A head shooter couple months before that time up (uhuh)
Once I tighten my circle and step my grind up
I'll be feeling like that chicken about to find us
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it
I always been a man but I'm growin' (that's a fact)
Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga
Look, counting me out, some speak behind my back but (fuck outta here)
They see me out and still reach to give me dap, look (sucka)
Hit the nigga two times, he was wide open
I get the fiends a hand-off, they run it back, bro (they run it back)
They say my dope was their terror, no pun in that
If you shoot first, I know that you know that we gunning back (just know that)
This shit is fucked up, suckers be functioning with these raps (wow)
He ain't tell on you so it's bool what the fuck is that, look (fuckin' rat)
What happened to all the fucking integrity
Niggas taking bags for celebrity (uhuh)
I'm eating off a tree now, I'm living off a lamb like a Cherokee
A nigga owe a dime, rock him, no Eric B
I'm sending up a peace (peace) to the God, the beam heavenly
You ain't even seen the garage (skrr)
You want smoke? We on go, like leave it and drive
It's to in y'all but I'm strapped, so let's even the odds, nigga
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it
I always been a man but I'm growin'
Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga
That beef ain't 'bout money, what's the reason then (what's the reason then)?
Well, I'm all over it like seasoning, yo' shawty let me still holla (uhuh)
I'm feeling like a thief in it
There's nothing like the feeling when the pieces hit
I did it with my Cleveland bitch (that's a fact)
Had a couple pieces taped through in calves
Sent her travelling through Dallas like she playing for the Mav's (go get that)
Go get in the field, five days, I ain't taking a bath
A hundred yams, me and Ham gon' break it in half (free Ham)
That's what you call eating with fam
You hearin' static call 'em up, never speak on the 'Gram (never do it)
Niggas don't put in the work but steady reachin' they hand (fuck outta here)
And when the feds raid 'em, same niggas speak on the stand, fuck (fuckin' rats)
I ain't chattin' we knew the rules when we signed up
A head shooter couple months before that time up (uhuh)
Once I tighten my circle and step my grind up
I'll be feeling like that chicken about to find us
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it
I always been a man but I'm growin' (that's a fact)
Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga
Look, counting me out, some speak behind my back but (fuck outta here)
They see me out and still reach to give me dap, look (sucka)
Hit the nigga two times, he was wide open
I get the fiends a hand-off, they run it back, bro (they run it back)
They say my dope was their terror, no pun in that
If you shoot first, I know that you know that we gunning back (just know that)
This shit is fucked up, suckers be functioning with these raps (wow)
He ain't tell on you so it's bool what the fuck is that, look (fuckin' rat)
What happened to all the fucking integrity
Niggas taking bags for celebrity (uhuh)
I'm eating off a tree now, I'm living off a lamb like a Cherokee
A nigga owe a dime, rock him, no Eric B
I'm sending up a peace (peace) to the God, the beam heavenly
You ain't even seen the garage (skrr)
You want smoke? We on go, like leave it and drive
It's to in y'all but I'm strapped, so let's even the odds, nigga
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it
I always been a man but I'm growin'
Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga
