Текст песни TIMES UP - Fat Nick, Lu

TIMES UP

Demons home, I’m walking through all this syrup
Blowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh
This Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed
One in the chamber, but two come up out the head
He wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead
I’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce
Join or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life
Grab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red
Ayy, ayy, blade on my hip,
If you think shit sweet, we slidin' soon like butter
Make a bitch
just so I could fuck her
I’m a rawdog rebel, I don’t never use a rubber
Yeah, stone-cold stunner, big-booty face-fucker, yeah
Tell a bitch shut the fuck up, just pucker up
Niggas said they want my fuckin' head, they ain’t runnin' up
Pussy boy, your talk tough,
Why this bitch just sucky-sucky? Like, put your dome in it
fenty, dealin' out the methadone clinic
I been taught to keep it shut if you can’t get along with me
, I hit the ground runnin' with my twin just like a terrorist
I remember jumpin' off the porch, you niggas on a terrace
The character, I’m servin' whoopings, pussy, who your parent is?
Apparently you bitches ain’t on shit, but that be scarin' me
Like come on, let’s get motion in this bitch
Ayy, I’ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 in '03
Yeah, my stomach empty, growlin', ain’t no mercy for the weak
Underneath the smile, bitch, I’m like a wolf among the sheep
Shawty said she vegan, but she love her mouth on my meat
I’m like Ted Bundy on Tinder, I’m bout to swipe
Hello, nice to meet you, the Reaper up in your sight
I go and turn her over and beat the pussy like Ike
Who don’t know I’m fully loaded? I’m strappin' up like a dyke, ayy
Demons home, I’m walking through all this syrup
Blowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh
This Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed
One in the chamber, but two come up out the head
He wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead
I’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce
Join or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life
Grab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red
Okay, Vogue waist, Twitter ass, baby, throw it back
Hit the bank, take out the cash, money-spread the racks
Hashtag I get the bag, only for motivation
Ride my lips, snap the pic, IG flex, validation
Been shittin' on 'em so long, I can’t feel my legs
I clicked the link to your song and woke up at the credits
She really think that she the baddest bitch I ever met
I pulled up with the gang and sent that sorry bitch an Uber X (Skrrt)
Demons home, I’m walking through all this syrup
Blowin' racks, club bomber, Osama, the lean dropper, uh
This Draco stutter, he specky, he special ed
One in the chamber, but two come up out the head
He wanna fight me, but I might just shoot instead
I’m from the south, I walk, my chopper bounce
Join or die, hold up, what’s your sign? AB6 for life
Grab the pipe, we gon' leave some lead, paint the city red