Time Is Ticking lyrics

[Intro: UndefinedTheGod]

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[Verse: Kasher Quon]
My car got a camera, so I can see you when I back out
This n*gga tryna rob me, I might have to pull the strap out
My brother tryna race me, so I'm finna pull the Charger out
I scammed all 3, so I ain’t even got a barber now
My cousin just told me "lil bro, you goin' harder now"
I was f*ckin' this lil’ b*tch fast, she said "slow it down"
I was so broke, man, I couldn't even buy a pound
But that was back then, and I'm straight, I got it now
Scammed this one n*gga and I told him "have a good day"
Just made 2 bands, man I'm finna have a good day
Just pulled this bad b*tch, I'm finna take her on a good date
Just caught one of my opps in a old-ass Ford Escape
I'm finna hit the road and turn around with Florida plates
Just bought a new crib, I'm finna chill and enjoy the place
I'm still in Michigan, I just moved to Orchard Lake (Village)
I just f*cked a b*tch and I told her "get out yo’ feelin’s!"
My auntie love to gossip, she need to mind her own goddamn business
I'm finna buy a buildin’ and run my own goddamn business
I got a new b*tch and she told me she a goddamn dentist
I just met my mans for a pint at Planet Fitness!
How you gon' pay me for a feature? Your funds insufficient
I don't wanna do no runs with you, I got my own missions
I don't wanna f*ck no hoes with you, I got my own b*tches
He think he gettin’ off cuz' he got a VLONE hoodie
I'm on the come-up, I'm finna get a feature from A Boogie
Every time I see the opps they run, they be gettin' bullied
Just paid $75 for an eighthy, this Wookie Tushi
I'm sick n*ggas still be out here lyin' about gettin' pus*y
Yeah you got a strap, but you won't shoot, you a f*ckin' pus*y
Yeah you got a page, but you don't scam, you a f*ckin' rookie
This b*tch just paid me $5000 to eat her pus*y
That b*tch just f*cked 3 n*ggas and you ate her pus*y
If a n*gga try to rob me, he gon' catch a bullet
Now his momma and his auntie at his funeral
I'm finna pull up with the AK at his funeral
This b*tch sucked my di*k for an hour, I'm scared of you
Yeah you got a strap, but ain't nobody scared of you
You still in the back? Me and my n*ggas ahead of you
I just Karo'ed a n*gga lean with some cranberry juice
I just poured up some Wockhardt in a cranberry juice