Текст песни TIMES UP - Fat Nick, Lu

TIMES UP

Demons home, I’m walking through all this syrup\nBlowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh\nThis Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed\nOne in the chamber, but two come up out the head\nHe wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead\nI’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce\nJoin or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life\nGrab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red\nAyy, ayy, blade on my hip,\nIf you think shit sweet, we slidin' soon like butter\nMake a bitch\njust so I could fuck her\nI’m a rawdog rebel, I don’t never use a rubber\nYeah, stone-cold stunner, big-booty face-fucker, yeah\nTell a bitch shut the fuck up, just pucker up\nNiggas said they want my fuckin' head, they ain’t runnin' up\nPussy boy, your talk tough,\nWhy this bitch just sucky-sucky? Like, put your dome in it\nfenty, dealin' out the methadone clinic\nI been taught to keep it shut if you can’t get along with me\n, I hit the ground runnin' with my twin just like a terrorist\nI remember jumpin' off the porch, you niggas on a terrace\nThe character, I’m servin' whoopings, pussy, who your parent is?\nApparently you bitches ain’t on shit, but that be scarin' me\nLike come on, let’s get motion in this bitch\nAyy, I’ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 in '03\nYeah, my stomach empty, growlin', ain’t no mercy for the weak\nUnderneath the smile, bitch, I’m like a wolf among the sheep\nShawty said she vegan, but she love her mouth on my meat\nI’m like Ted Bundy on Tinder, I’m bout to swipe\nHello, nice to meet you, the Reaper up in your sight\nI go and turn her over and beat the pussy like Ike\nWho don’t know I’m fully loaded? I’m strappin' up like a dyke, ayy\nDemons home, I’m walking through all this syrup\nBlowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh\nThis Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed\nOne in the chamber, but two come up out the head\nHe wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead\nI’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce\nJoin or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life\nGrab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red\nOkay, Vogue waist, Twitter ass, baby, throw it back\nHit the bank, take out the cash, money-spread the racks\nHashtag I get the bag, only for motivation\nRide my lips, snap the pic, IG flex, validation\nBeen shittin' on 'em so long, I can’t feel my legs\nI clicked the link to your song and woke up at the credits\nShe really think that she the baddest bitch I ever met\nI pulled up with the gang and sent that sorry bitch an Uber X (Skrrt)\nDemons home, I’m walking through all this syrup\nBlowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh\nThis Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed\nOne in the chamber, but two come up out the head\nHe wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead\nI’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce\nJoin or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life\nGrab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red