Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time to Operate , by - JT Music. Release date: 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) |