Time Ticking

Handgun they call it A blicky Take ya shot Better not miss me Gotta get to the money Time ticking I ain't goin I can't get the Blick in Gotta get to a bag Time ticking Tom cruise I stay On a mission Can't run out of time Am persistent Like I told you My time timing is ticking Clock is on 4 Bet ima score Knock on the door Don't look through the whole Checklist for my goals Am checking em off Catch a rat His head coming off I wip up the soft And turned it to hard Please don't try me I send you to god Niggas is frauds Am beating the odds Nigga am folk But f*ck with sum cuz F*ck wit the bloods Real niggas show love Time is ticking Am on the job Niggas get robbed For thinking they god Bitch am a prob You niggas can't solve Posting emojis Get you involved Told u I hustle Fiends show me love Niggas get tatted And think they a thug Call me payton Do a hit with the glove Gotta pay me Just to step in the club Niggas hate cuz They bitch wanna f*ck Been getting money The safe ima stuff I'm doin my thing They want me in cuffs Hoodie on stand There if you tuff Baby face Act up if u want Ain't into that shit But I ll make u a blunt Chasing the money Like it's a hunt 12 Hunnin a 0 Ain't talking bout lunch I rap like a boxer You gone hear a punch How u broke Wat u did the whole month Couped a half ended Up with a ounce Coming up short I tell em to bounce Gotta go get it Won't come to ya house Smell the cheese They act like a mouse I do this forreal F*ck all the clout My timing is different Balmain the stitching All about digits Spin like a figet Bro on a mission Stove I be whipping Pull out them toys Thought it Christmas Packs I be flipping F*ck how you living Came from the basement Feeling like tigger Rolling up fingers Trap off a pinger Gold medal I feel like a winner Stack the whole winter Pull out the sprinter Wips call me Kunta F*ck with the Shooters Trap outter Ubers Work it be Moving Bitches still Choosing Money and music Only influence Gotta get to it Wacth how I do it F*ck with the movement Chiilin am Coolin Got ya bitch drewling Gotti my timing Ja bos in the chain Fill it with diamonds I ain't just rhyming Money and violence With real Gz They moving in silence Bitch I. Got talent Scale gotta balance Selling out kicks Feel like the garden Shooters like harden Fly and we mobbing Sweats like am jogging Up early morning While y'all be yawning Beats I just torch em Shooters they off em Pick out ya cofen Alone in the streets I feel like a ofhnan Time never wait I'm up while it's pouring Shoes probably foreign Ora is golden Play my cards right On the set I ain't folding Pauli's the clothing Am Always in motion Ya bitch on my body I don't need no lotion Plug on the way But the work in the ocean