Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time to Operate, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 26.06.2020
Song language: English
Time to Operate |
I had you from the jump |
And now I got the drop on all of you |
But if you help me keep my income up |
I would be pleased to relieve you of all your loot |
I see a lot of chutes opened up, so I’m gonna cut some |
Pluck 'em from the sky like I’m playin' Duck Hunt |
Just like my dinner plate — ain’t finished till you’re all done |
This’ll be easy — hot cross buns |
I’m comin' for your wallets, y’all had better clutch them |
I can hear your heart drummin' like percussion |
Use your heads and keep your tails tucked — run |
Cause the next thing I’m gunnin' for is your trust fund |
I don’t mean to cause offence to any bank tellers |
But I’m about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas |
Best invest your cash, or I’m gonna take hella |
Fat stacks out your stash, then I’ll make it rain — jealous? |
My squad gettin' so sweaty that you may smell us |
Throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers |
We got our senses sharpened, these Helens ain’t Kellas |
Skip the Gulag, I’ll send you straight to your grave fellas |
I rate myself a 10, I make 'em thirsty |
But I don’t need a rez, I pick myself up — I’m perky |
Rollin' in your dough, overflowin' from my purse, see? |
I’ll call you sugar daddy as I slay you with a curtsy |
Nobody’s stoppin' us |
And trust me, I don’t compensate |
I’m not a doctor, but |
Right now it’s time to operate |
Get comfortable |
Embrace the pain |
You want it all? |
Then take your aim |
When duty’s callin' us |
We know it’s time to operate |
I have the high ground, this ain’t your sky to walk |
I hope you know when to pull out if you fly in hot |
Hands of my crate, fool, if you try to cop it |
I’ll break your plates like a bull in a china shop |
My aim is steady and I’m lovin' the feel |
You better get runnin' from me, cause I’m gunnin' Galil |
And when I’m threatened by enemies nearby, I do it my way |
Kill 'em with kindness, if kindness is an MP5K |
I’m ridin' dirty, my arsenal is stacked |
Don’t need a pHD to fly (No disrespect) |
Flight attendants prepare to land on some heads |
No operator left behind — unless they’re dead |
I’ll sit you on your bottom like my dog when he’s a bad boy |
Drag your ass around like you’re tryna pop a hemorrhoid |
Blood drunk maniac always takin' long shots |
Hit the ground runnin' roll camera for the montage |
150 on the plane, they don’t know that I’ve been here before |
Funeral arrangements being made, say a prayer for 'em |
Crack you out the sky and let you know just what my name is |
Hey there, welcome to the jungle, baby, we got fun and games |
I don’t need loadouts, don’t need Ghost, tell everybody where I’m at |
Ain’t buyin' nothin', win a round with fifty thousand in my hand |
I’m a stone-cold champion, snipe you out the heli |
AX-50 Cal round, turn your brains to confetti |
I’m not a pickup artist |
But I got your number |
Your duty’s callin' |
From a coffin six feet under |
My only sin is greed |
But from grace I won’t fall |
Where you see a killfeed |
I only see role call |
Nobody’s stoppin' us |
And trust me, I don’t compensate |
I’m not a doctor, but |
Right now it’s time to operate |
Get comfortable |
Embrace the pain |
You want it all? |
Then take your aim |
When duty’s callin' us |
We know it’s time to operate |
(It's everybody’s dream) |
(To conquer everything) |
(Don't stop at all, till you’ve got it all) |