Yeah, aye Time's up, I'm bout to wind up You bout to wind up Lined up in the sights bruh, you ain't like us I come for your life, I'm bout to strike ya Light em up we bout to light em up Time I mic up Damn I'm bout to spaz I'm bout to hit em up Boy I'm on yo ass, pause I hit the gas I'm bout to blast F*ck a XXL boy I been at the top of the class On a roll like I'm butter I'm smoother then a fresh jar of the Skippy Hit this feature for my brother I got you homie, I'ma go head and whip this shit up in a jiffy I'm 69 with the blicky my nigga you 69 with the snitching You thinking you big time but you bitty I promise I'm ten times what you bringing yo Wanna play with me? You couldn't hang with me If it was make believe Spitting major league I'm a minor problem doing major things Bouta have more bread than a bakery Ladies and gentlemen take a seat And please don't try no bravery If you ain't paid the fee then I'ma make ya leave What you about to see, it might shock ya Hit em in the chin Fix that posture, pull that pen Brain turn pasta, take it to the rim They can't block the kid when he going in for the shot like that Vodka Yo, Twist that top off 40 in the grip bouta let another shot off Bullet game Rasta, mean it hit ya man And if I don't get ya better watch my partner Homie too quick with it He just flick that wrist better watch that hand when hit with it If you wanna click click with it Then the kid can get with it, prolly bouta hit the whole clique with it Script bouta flip with it Won't be no trick with it West on bouta bring Smith with it Better get the jist of it And ya better get it quick cuz I ain't really tryna say this again I said time’s up, I'm bout to wind up You bout to wind up, lined up in the sights bruh You ain't like us I come for your life, I'm bout to strike ya Light em up we bout to light em up Turn your mic up Check 1 2, 1 2 This shit is so overdue When I hunt my prey, I do it sneaky, like a lion do I can smell your scent from far away, there’s nothing more to do Ima pounce on you like I’m black panther, with my whole damn crew Give me some room I’m bout operate nigga like Jay-Z when he was up back in the booth Making his studio album that everyone listened to, is was so blue Printing the way for the artists today, you know it’s the Mo’fucking truth And I do not doubt it my nigga, stop hesitating when I step in the room I’m finna blow, my top gonna go, like a volcano bout to spew I got these Mo’fuckers shook in the back, like some fans for a group This shit is so heavy, man Marty been telling me, but I never listen ooh (great scott!) Everything’s changing, it’s so amazing I’m doin shit for the culture around me Lighting up haters that clown me Then I go head to yo momma house and I sit down, and have me some ground beef She whip it up in the skillet so quick Nigga you know ima take me a lick Niggas don’t take me for serious, but I’m not fucking around, I’m delirious I’m so insane, insane in the brain Insane in the brain, they calling me Wayne Get out my way, before I come cave Yo Mo’fucking chest in, my nigga don’t play My girl don’t complain, cause I keep her safe And I’d never hurt her with hands on her face But for other niggas I can’t say the same These nigga’s psychotic in every way In every way In every way In every way, yeah