"Times Up" lyrics

(Damn BT)

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

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 where he at, I wanna sign him, pussy!
Ash on ya head like 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!

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

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)