Time’s Up lyrics

(Damn BT)

[Verse 1]
Ay, Uh, I know she a thot, but I still cuffed
She a hood b*tch, I had to boss up
Step clean on the scene put ya daughter up
Like I f*ck with slaughter gang, I’mma slaughter her
I am not a regular lil n*gga
She look a lil better with a filter
I told her when I see her I’mma f*ck her like I miss her
n*ggas really dying in my city so I’m sticked up

[Verse 2]
Uh
Pressure make diamonds
I’mma cold stepper, I be switching up the climate
I don’t give a f*ck about this jewelry and designer
I heard he was dead, so whеre he at, I wanna sign him, pus*y!
Ash on ya head likе I’m Dave from the grave
She thought I was hurt, b*tch 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!

[Verse 3]
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 sh*t, when you signed up
Real rich n*gga pay a hundred for a line-up
Old n*ggas dissin’ on my name cuz they time up
[Outro]
Ay big timer, gangster and designer
You know what was coming with this sh*t, when you signed up
Real rich n*gga pay a hundred for a line-up
Old n*ggas dissin’ on my name cuz they time up, b*tch!

(Damn BT)