Letra de Time 2 Kill

PROD. SENSEIATL
[Verse 1: Randy!]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, Randy!
Found your bitch on Backpage, I just wanted racks today (racks today)
I don't fuck with snitches, this shit lookin' like a rat race
If we shootin', and fuck it I'm blowing up the Cadillac
And that bitch got so high, I dont think she never comin' back (outta here)
Peter piper with the pot, just to give his kids a lot
Trap queen with the crack head, end up with the rock (she got that rock)
My neck pissy, don't bother it (my neck)
Your my kids, deadbeat fathering (you're my kids)
Bitch you cannot sit with us if you got Xanax tolerance (you ditsy hoe)
These choppers will behead you
And someone else money fed you (that ain't your shit)
I do not believe in god
I believe in Erykah Badu (I swear to god)
If you see me it's a mirage
Bullets come in a barrage (bow, bow, bow)
Ain't no Beastie Boys, we gon' leave your stupid ass sabotaged
[Verse 2: Larry]
Stardust hit my Golden Goose, we all types of clean (fasho)
I ain't tryna argue, I would rather kill my spleen (lean, lean, lean)
I'mma throw you that play when you ready for it (you ain't ready for it)
Born to see some nice ice, change the weather for it (make it rain mane)
Turn that hate to a halo (now I'm shinin')
Everything been new since like April (forreal)
Flick of a lightswitch (damn)
Blink of a eye shit (bye)
Upin' my prices (yeah)
Fuck bein' nice shit
Off top I grab my gang if you think I'm playin' (I ain't playin')
She don't want not shelter when them hundreds get to rainin' (get to rainin')
Ain't hard to fuck that cash up, you don't need no trainin' (add it up)
Hundreds ways to get it, Yung Boi don't need savin'
[Verse 3: SenseiATL]
Bands up on me stretchin', I can't pay you no attention (no attention)
Might tuck my heat and bag your bitch, I stay protected
Countin' blues up but I'm sippin' red Tech (red Tech)
Finessin' on the net, they call me the connect (the connect)
Pull up in the Phantom feelin' like the Phantom Menace (skrr skrr)
If you run up on me chopper sing like Tony Bennett (frraah!)
Feel like Bootsy Collins, hit the block with the bass (with the bass)
They sick to see me ballin', watch me contaminate
[Outro/Hook: Larry/
SenseiATL
]
If I told you take it for me, tell me that you will
Keep a lot of rare shit on me, but it ain't for sale
You could grab your weapon, you gon' feel just how you feel
But we watchin' every second, boy it ain't no time to kill (If I told you take it for me, tell me that you will
Keep a lot of rare shit on me, but it ain't for sale
You could grab your weapon, you gon' feel just how you feel
But we watchin' every second, boy it ain't no time to kill