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letra de time ticking - rtb mb

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’ p-ssy 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 k!lled, 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, d-mn” 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 k!llin’ 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’

- rtb mb

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