Time Ticking lyrics

[Intro: RTB MB]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Come on
RTB, n*gga
Gang
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Pop him and his mans, now they got a scar to match
Took so many— I'm finna have a heart attack
Hopped out, walkin' n*ggas down, yeah, we started that
Chrome Heart, Cuban with the Rollie, that's my starter pack
Gettin' pus*y in the Demon, had to park the 'Cat
I can't even shoot the Glock unless that back part attached
Straight switches on the Glock, don't make us spark the strap
b*tches think I'm Moses, see them legs, yeah, I parted that

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Lil' n*gga, we ain't equal
Like brodie said, money, it's the roots of all evil
I hit him in the head with the K and make it see-through
I only want my sh*t in SRT, like how the Jeep move
I made my first twenty racks and I dropped out of school
Don't let me catch you down bad, then I'm poppin' you
All I gotta do is pull a trigger, then the chopper shoot
Put red lights on the Glock, it'll stop a coupe
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
See the GlockBoy, ain't no reason to be spooked
Man, n*ggas knowin' it be time, I be Klay, ready to shoot
Man, lil' n*gga always wearin' a 40 just like my pants loose
She let me f*ck, now a different b*tch text me like, "I can't stand you"
I be double backin' in stores, buyin' the same sh*t again
n*gga receipt after receipt, after it beep, swipe again
We put switches all on the Glocks like some bad-ass kids
Man, you don't know the feeling of hit a n*gga up and he live

[Verse 4: RTB MB]
sh*t, he a mop-head, so we gon' sweep and sweep until he dead
Gave your b*tch some TLC, I creep and creep into her legs
I can get a n*gga killed, I ain't in the street, I'm in the bed
You be claimin' that you street up in them streets, you in the feds
She said she not f*ckin', I'm like, "Oh, damn" like I'm Greg
We drunk so many pints, man, I think we need a keg
Hit him in his dome, I'm quick to be with Mone, I like to shred
She f*ck me off the pills, now she payin' for the meds

[Verse 5: The Godfather]
sh*t, I been ducked off, out the way, I'm tryna dodge the feds
New strap, it's like a number two pencil, it's filled with lead
I walked down and stood over the body 'til he dead
I only like my styrofoam cup filled up with meds, n*gga
Just got a drop, I'm out the way, I let my mans get him
n*ggas always talk that killin' sh*t until the feds get 'em
It's just me and 2Strap, give n*ggas they issue
You don't wanna be the one that get stuck in the middle
[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, we be leavin' n*ggas stuck like they rob people
I left some money on me, I won't leave the crib without a dime, n*gga
When I be out, you know I always got a stick like I was blind, n*gga
And it's a clock on top of all the opps' head, them n*ggas' time tickin'