It's That Time ft. B40 & LuhRog49 Lyrics

It's that time of year, time to spread the cheer

Yeah I'm spraying all these bullets so I'm only spreading fear

Yeah I saw yo girl up on the streets, I told her to come here

Now we winking at each other everytime that I see her

Cuz I jus took her to the room I ain't gon say what happened

But I think that you understand me cuz the way I'm rapping

Let's just say that I gave her presents cuz Santa was slacking

But don't run up on me, I got the AK I ain't lacking

Like Florida, I got the heat

I don't know your name, why you talking to me

These bitches the same, I don't wanna see

I already know that they under the green

They already looking for a new man

See me, I'd rather get new bands

I ain't gonna end this soon, man

My life is a movie, so tune in

Tune into the show

Yeah, I'm counting dough

Yeah, I've got the four

I'ma let it go

Yeah, just so you know

I'ma let it blow

It's that time of the year where we all go

Oh how the bells

Sweet silver bells

We sendin, we sendin shells

We sendin hell

We wish em

We wish em well

We send them fell

We from the Dell

We from the Dell

B up on the track, I'm going dumb

Me and Sky, we in the street, we don't do one-on-ones

Hit him with the cane, I was trying to have some fun

They thought that I was the Grinch

The way I had to make him run

Forget the chimney, I'ma come through and take what I want

I got the semi, and it's finna come and take a dump

My shooters with me, and they know to leave a nigga stumped

Hit him in his head, now that boy is moving dumb

Body a nigga, now he's stunned

Cameron Strange for the and one

Spot a op, my favorite one

Turn that boy into a crumb

Hop out the V, there's nowhere to run

I'm out this bitch, and now I'm done

Sike I lied, B still on the beat

And Skylar push the V

New track, I'll come by the key

On a high speed

With the cops, but they not catching me

Only time they see me when I'm parked

think it overheat

Damn, but I ain't tripping, I can't do that though

Me and bro go door-to-door

That chopper take you off your toes

The cops don't know that though

If someone snitch, I show it, bro

Chillin' with the new gun I tote

Can't be seen, the holy ghost

Last thing he said was, holy smokes

Tryna keep the violence away from all my holy folks

It's hard to do that though

I'm bout to be like, there we go

I ain't wanna do it

But I had to let the holy blow

He said he ain't wanna do it

But he had to let the holy blow

Holy smokes, and you know I'm chillin' with a foreign ho

Lots of money, lots of cars

Hop out with a lot of rods

Oh my God, bad yellow bitch

And she tryna fuck with the whole squad

Me and B40, ride around

Yeah, we in a Bentley truck

Tinted it up, don't play with us

Because we got them semi-tucked

Hit em up, make my name Cameron Strange

Sike I lied Kyle Clatterbuck