Lyrics Time to Operate - JT Music, Neebs Gaming

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)