Letra de It’s Time - Jay Hound

(Feat. Kenny Capone)

(Danney, you're amazing)

(Tell Sixty run the beat back)

(Jondior)

(The following is a M3TTA meditation)

(Ayo, Double, you—)

I think I feel it, let me get by

Ootin' for Tony, my Parker a 9

All-black suited, they know when it's time

I got the drop, opp thot on my line

Do, do the hit, watch bro do the drivin'

Bro threw shots at that boy on the left side

Oh, that's the driver? Well, he a dead guy

I'm on that block tryna take what ain't mine

Ooter was swearin', he told me he cried

He threw on a beam, so I know why they died

Oh, he think he chillin'? I'll be a surprise

When I pop out, I watch all of them fly

They do bad, so they think it's a tie

I thought the bullets connected his spine

He probably hot, bro-bro, he alive

My ooter accuracy higher than mine

Wanna chill on this block? It's a fine

Think he got low 'cause he hoppin' them gates

These bullets is jumpin' way higher than Ja

Gun talk, he don't wanna respond

Gunpowder make a nigga high

Bro started flickin', he tryna get—

Like bro started flickin', he tryna get by

I brought the phone on the drill, so we live

Ratty, Fatty, both of them fried

They wanna smoke on the bros, I don't know why

Like I don't be buggin' like Steph in his prime

Like hold on

Like brodie be buggin' like, like

If you ask me, I like a baddie who classy

Walk 'em down, ain't no boomin' from backseats

Shots hit him down like he Drake in Degrassi

Like hold on

I don't think niggas hear what I'm sayin'

Brodie go ku on the drill, Super Saiyan

Jay gon' get him, don't care if he famous

Makin' movies that's scary like we is the Wayans

Got a baddie to line him with long hair

Make a call and he meetin' the pole there

Catch up, delete him, we cut off the software

Shoot up the building, he thinkin' it's warfare

All black, why they think it's for fashion?

When I hop out, shit turnin' tragic

Better not reach, I'ma up it and blast it

We gon' do magic and turn 'em to ashes

Like wanna chill on this block? Gotta pay

Don't troll on this side, better play somethin' safe

I can't wait 'til I run into—

If I get him, I got him, now he in an eighth

If she on my side, she not your bae

She drinkin' liquor, she don't need a chase

Off D'ussé, she tryna do what I say

I can't do too much, got this knock on my—

I think I feel it, let me get by

Ootin' for Tony, my Parker a 9

All-black suited, they know when it's time

I got the drop, opp thot on my line

Do, do the hit, watch bro do the drivin'

Bro threw shots at that boy on the left side

Oh, that's the driver? Well, he a dead guy

I'm on that block tryna take what ain't mine

Ooter was swearin', he told me he cried

He threw on a beam, so I know why they died

Oh, he think he chillin'? I'll be a surprise

When I pop out, I watch all of them fly

They do bad, so they think it's a tie

I thought the bullets connected his spine

He probably hot, bro-bro, he alive

My ooter accuracy higher than mine

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