Times Ours ft. Deen Keyto Lyrics

Yo son, they ready for this one

Yeeeeaaaaahhhhoooooo

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money

I'm a smooth damn criminal

All about residuals

An individual that cares less about a minuscule (mind)

Thought I told you in the hook that this is our (time)

Damn seven days ago everything was all (fine)

Been gettin' to the bag, that's for certain

Got a burgundy one for the shorty and that's a Birkin

Got a black one too, with a black 22

Incase a nigga ridin' around and tryna get to lurkin

Slice after slice after slice till I get a loaf

You're burnin' through the bread, that's how you get toast

C-notes, I get those, I flip those

I'mma Trapper not a rapper these rappers be rappin' with big nose

Between you and I, been ballin' on the court

Got money comin' back and then fourth like a suicide

Tryna get into a path and a newer ride

Tryna get up outta the hood into a suit and tie

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money

Speedin' when I'm movin', you just losin' when you do it

I'm just choosin' to influence, only realest and the truest

I'm the most ruthless, rude and abusive

On the mic when I prove it, I don't think you wanna do this

Like, ahhhhhh

Shit's about to go down (Yeah yeah)

Are you ready for a throwdown (What? what?)

You wanna start in what round? (Huh? huh?)

Fuck it, I'ma finish now

If you ain't heard of me, I murder beats so perfectly

So I get away clean with murder in the first degree

And my pens on fire so the pages suffer third degree

Burns when I'm heatin' up, concern when you speak of us

Some will jig you up, some got heaters tucked

Others leave your jaw hangin' brass knuckle uppercuts

Fuck with us, no belt, but you still buckle up

If it's rhyme battlin' , and you challengin' , then knuckle up

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money

Fuck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf

Most rappers like to cap and they do the most

Time ours, make way, move dummy

Think power, fuck fame, get money