Times Up

You know what the fuck goin' on, ****

Yeah

(Rado)

Fast brake, we gon' three-man weave and transition

I've been clutchin' on my fans, they just wanna take a picture

I've been fuckin' with the scams, fuck around and made a killing

E called, say he got another state, told him send it

In that Trackhawk, got me spillin' lean when I spin it

Racks stuck just to pull it out my jeans, gotta rip it

Fourteen, I was ridin' with the killers on a mission

Finna pull up with my ****, got a pint, we 'bout to sip it

In that Track rim, watch it go to sixty when I hit it

RIP my **** Skinny just for you to blow fifty racks in figures

**** pulled up, shoot and miss, we got back and transitioned

Every time a **** die they say my name, these **** witnesses

Fuck it, we gon' load up every clip, I'm 'bout to end this shit

****, quit braggin' 'bout that bitch pussy, boy, I been in it

Guess how much I poured in my cup? Give you a thousand quick

**** pussy and they fake gangsters, they counterfeit

Never goin' broke, ran it up, bitch, my pockets thick

Counted up my stash, never knew that it'd amount to this

She wait for me to tell you need to stop countin' my pockets, bitch

Matter fact, here go a hundred, get your nails did

I just put like fifty cars through, bring all the mail in

You better take your ass up the street, I don't sell shit

He thinkin' he allergic to the beef, he be gettin' sick

They gave my **** Tim double life, he a real

Fast brake, we gon' three-man weave and transition

I've been clutchin' on my fans, they just wanna take a picture

I've been fuckin' with the scams, fuck around and made a killing

E called, say he got another state, told him send it

In that Trackhawk, got me spillin' lean when I spin it

Racks stuck just to pull it out my jeans, gotta rip it

Fourteen, I was ridin' with the killers on a mission

Finna pull up with my ****, got a pint, we 'bout to sip it

You know the name, I got it 'cause I'm known to keep the heat with me

Never callin' for no stick 'cause I keep plenty

Married to my chop, it hold a hundred, let you keep fifty

I ain't finna wrestle with no **** when it's beef, silly

Why you buy some diamonds that look cloudy? Boy, that chain dilly

Me and Boom sittin' on the plane, first-class sippin'

Never in the picture, but it's crazy I'm the main ****

Never be a victim to the drank, watch it change ****

In the 'Cat fishtailin' when I hit it

When you hear it hit the block, shots fire, **** finished

They gon' use the white sheet for a curtain, show ended

Get your getback, stop actin' like you don't know we did it

I'm in the hood, it's just me and my AR, she travel with me

She got sixty, I can go on and flip a switch and shoot a semi

Went and parked the Scat, fucked around and jumped up in a hemi

Ain't no duckin' when we send 'em, guaranteed this bitch gon' hit him

Fast brake, we gon' three-man weave and transition

I've been clutchin' on my fans, they just wanna take a picture

I've been fuckin' with the scams, fuck around and made a killing

E called, say he got another state, told him send it

In that Trackhawk, got me spillin' lean when I spin it

Racks stuck just to pull it out my jeans, gotta rip it

Fourteen, I was ridin' with the killers on a mission

Finna pull up with my ****, got a pint, we 'bout to sip it