Til It’s Time lyrics

[Intro]
Hollow tip for hollow tip
A body for a body, b*tch
Ayy
Wow for the win, that could be it
Ayy, a body for a body, b*tch

[Chorus]
Everybody a killer 'til it's time to be one
'Til it's time to see one
I don't play no games, b*tch I ain't the one (b*tch)
Lil' n*gga I'm A1
Pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
It's a Glock, but it look like a ray gun
Big Alexanders on me, I'ma great one
If he snitch, then I'm killing my day ones

[Verse 1]
What he said? f*ck that, who he say it to?
Have a lil' n*gga gone by day two
Then the fed found out on day three
Day four n*gga on 45 news
sh*t, by day six n*ggas already be done forgot you
n*gga, who shot you?
Is he alive? I ain't no f*ckin' doctor
He came wit' a handheld, I brought a choppa
I got the drop and I left out the house
Filled up my mag, thirty shots with a towel
Put on my mask and I left out the house
When I first got that text, it was foam at the mouth
n*ggas f*cked up what they doin' for that clout
I ain't hear what he said, he was talking too loud
I hop out a two-door and I'm walkin' 'em down
Tap him on his shoulder, tell him "Turn around"
Like get up b*tch, get up (Brrt)
Ten shots to the back, he got hit up
Got popped from the top to the bottom, he ripped up
On pack, no apointing a doctor or stitch up
This sh*t typa sh*t make a n*gga go change a religion, he no longer Christian
I been told you b*tches, you don't wanna listen
He posted a tweet, now he no longer living
If you wanna be me, 'pose to go on a mission
If you goin' outside then you 'pose keep stickin'
And I don't got no sympathy for no lil' n*gga
It's crackin', you 'pose to be strict
He only a thug on the low
Now this n*gga blood on the floor and he 'pose to be Crips
I used to be oh so confused
Why these n*ggas mad at me, but you supposed to be b*tch (Wam)
[Chorus]
Everybody a killer 'til it's time to be one
'Til it's time to see one
I don't play no games, b*tch I ain't the one (b*tch)
Lil' n*gga I'm A1
Pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
It's a Glock, but it look like a ray gun
Big Alexanders on me, I'ma great one
If he snitch, then I'm killing my day ones

[Verse 2]
Pop twenty shots out the mag, n*gga take one
He ain't gang, it's a act, n*gga take one
FN lightweight, it don't weigh none
I'ma come GTA how I waste some
I'ma wait on yo' block in the mornin' 'bout eight some
Shoot from the corner like Trae Young
n*ggas dish out the bullsh*t and take none
He gon' go to the police and say some
I ain't lie, I never perpetrate none
I ain't f*ck wit' the n*ggas since day one
I done been in the loop with this rap sh*t
I ain't never walk up, handshake none
And these n*ggas ain't valid, don't come from no sets, so they gotta group up and create one
n*gga better push up before he say some
Actin' real tough then he take one (Ayy)
Hollow tip for hollow tip
A body for a body, b*tch
A Draco and a pretty b*tch
A faithful and a honest b*tch
Did sh*t on my own, I ain't gotta pay nobody back
The sh*t I've been through tell nobody that
And the sh*t I'm into, don't tell nobody that
And the end is the end, can't get nobody back
[Chorus]
Everybody a killer 'til it's time to be one
'Til it's time to see one
I don't play no games, b*tch I ain't the one (b*tch)
Lil' n*gga I'm A1
Pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
It's a Glock, but it look like a ray gun
Big Alexanders on me, I'ma great one
If he snitch, then I'm killing my day ones

[Outro]
Hollow tip for hollow tip
A body for a body, b*tch
Wow for the win, that could be it