Times Up

MBT

Aye
I know she a thot, but I still cuffed (still cuffed)
She a hood bitch, I had to boss her up (bossed up)
Step clean on the scene
Put yo' daughter up (put yo' daughter up)

Aye, like I fuck with Slaughter Gang
I'ma slaughter her (aye, aye, aye)
I am not a regular lil' nigga (I am not a regular)
She look a lil' better with a filter (she look a lil' better)

Told when I see her
I'ma fuck her like I missed her (fuck her like I missed her)
Niggas really dyin' in my city
So I'm sticked up
Uh, pressure make diamonds

I'm a cold steppa
I be switchin' up the climate (aye)
I don't give a fuck about this jewelry and designer (aye)
I heard he was dissin', where he at?
I wanna sign him (pussy)
Ass on your head
Like I'm Dave from the grave (Dave from the grave)

She thought I was hurt
Bitch, you played
Ho, I'm paid
Get money
Chains on my neck like a slave
Hey, honey

She say, "Let me put it in your face" (ha)
Back from the dead, back from the dirt
We take racks out the bank
We put faces on a shirt
I was runnin' through the trenches, I ain't never go to church

I was runnin' up them commas
While my mama was at work
Uh, she say she a fan, so I hit her in my merch
Yeah, I got them bands
That don't mean you get a percent

Kick the trap in and we stickin' up the clerk
Uh, if I'm feelin' bad, I just fix it with a perc (uh)
Aye, big timer, gangstar in designer
You knew what was comin' with
This shit when you signed up

Real reach nigga, pay a hunnid for a line-up
Old niggas dissin' on my name 'cause they time up (uh)
Aye, big timer, gangstar in designer
You knew what was comin' with this shit when you signed up
Real reach nigga, pay a hunnid for a line-up
Old niggas dissin' on my name 'cause they time up
Bitch!

MBT



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Detrone Watkins
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