Time's Runnin' Out Lyrics

Run motherfucker

Run

Time’s runnin’ out

And if you wanna run your mouth

You better take a different route

Cause’ you don’t know what I’m bout

Make yo bitch scream and shout

Pussy pinker than some trout

But if that bitch smells the same then I kick her out

You bet I’ll run up in yo house

While you sitting on the couch

Put that barrel to your snout

And let of a motherfucking round

You don’t wanna play no games

Don’t wanna see me untamed

I be like Django so unchained

What you know about that revolver

My problem solver

Have we got some calculations?

And if you bout’ that dollar

And you keep your bitches in order

Then I say salutations

You play with fire you get burnt but with me you get cremated

Yeah if Trakim’s on the track

Then you that beat a snack

Got that gat on my lap

Let me just pull this bitch back

I don’t take no fuckin’ bullshit

Walk around here with a full clip

Man please don’t make me use it

Ain’t nobody colder

Just dusting off my shoulder

Your bitch want me to hold her

She said I’m hot and you’re a smoulder

Damn right I am a smoker

Yeah I be hot and cold but does that make me bipolar?

Who gives a fuck I’m taking over

If I catch you round here

Put that barrel in your ear

Watch you shed a fuckin’ tear

This’ll be the last shit that you hear

Don’t try to be a hero

I’m a motherfuckin’ weirdo

Chop you up to the last kilo

I be so blunted that you’d think that I’m rounded

Got so many numbers that I need an accountant

When the pussy gets flooded man it becomes a fountain

Man you keep it one hunnid’ and I’m over 9000

And I’m heading for the top

Need that number one spot

Yeah you’re tryna’ make me stop

Then I will donate a shot

Like a fuckin’ vaccine

And not because you’re sick, cause you’re a fuckin’ disease

This is how I do it keep it flowing like some fluid

Yeah you are fuckin’ clueless and I am fuckin’ lucid

You thinking that I’m human

Bitch I’m a motherfuckin’ mutant

Yeah I don’t speak stupid

But its seems like you are fluent

And the clock is busy ticking

So you better start quitting

Cause when I get in the game Ima start slitting

Then your throat starts dripping

Empty this whole thing and put another clip in

Locked and loaded

That Glock is potent

Do you really wanna provoke it?

I swear to God it’ll leave you roasted

Time’s runnin’ out

I’m something you should worry bout

I don’t need no talent scout

To tell me that he’s got no doubt

Cause this rap game is a drought

And I just took off its blouse

And Ima get it wetter than a fuckin’ whore-house

And if you don’t show me love

Or recognize that I’m above

Then you become my lunch

And you gotta catch a slug

Now you know what I be bout

And Ima tell you one more time man

Time is runnin’ out