Ja Bos - Time Ticking Lyrics

Handgun they call it
A blicky

Take ya shot
Better not miss me

Gotta get to the money
Time ticking

I ain't goin I can't get the
Blick in

Gotta get to a bag
Time ticking

Tom cruise I stay
On a mission

Can't run out of time
Am persistent

Like I told you
My time timing is ticking

Clock is on 4
Bet ima score

Knock on the door
Don't look through the whole

Checklist for my goals
Am checking em off

Catch a rat
His head coming off

I wip up the soft
And turned it to hard

Please don't try me
I send you to god

Niggas is frauds
Am beating the odds

Nigga am folk
But f*ck with sum cuz

F*ck wit the bloods
Real niggas show love

Time is ticking
Am on the job

Niggas get robbed
For thinking they god

Bitch am a prob
You niggas can't solve

Posting emojis
Get you involved

Told u I hustle
Fiends show me love

Niggas get tatted
And think they a thug

Call me payton
Do a hit with the glove

Gotta pay me
Just to step in the club

Niggas hate cuz
They bitch wanna f*ck

Been getting money
The safe ima stuff

I'm doin my thing
They want me in cuffs

Hoodie on stand
There if you tuff

Baby face
Act up if u want

Ain't into that shit
But I ll make u a blunt

Chasing the money
Like it's a hunt

12 Hunnin a 0
Ain't talking bout lunch

I rap like a boxer
You gone hear a punch

How u broke
Wat u did the whole month

Couped a half ended
Up with a ounce

Coming up short
I tell em to bounce

Gotta go get it
Won't come to ya house

Smell the cheese
They act like a mouse

I do this forreal
F*ck all the clout

My timing is different
Balmain the stitching

All about digits
Spin like a figet

Bro on a mission
Stove I be whipping

Pull out them toys
Thought it Christmas

Packs I be flipping
F*ck how you living

Came from the basement
Feeling like tigger

Rolling up fingers
Trap off a pinger

Gold medal
I feel like a winner

Stack the whole winter
Pull out the sprinter

Wips call me
Kunta

F*ck with the
Shooters

Trap outter
Ubers

Work it be
Moving

Bitches still
Choosing

Money and music
Only influence

Gotta get to it
Wacth how I do it

F*ck with the movement
Chiilin am Coolin

Got ya bitch drewling
Gotti my timing

Ja bos in the chain
Fill it with diamonds

I ain't just rhyming
Money and violence

With real Gz
They moving in silence

Bitch I. Got talent
Scale gotta balance

Selling out kicks
Feel like the garden

Shooters like harden
Fly and we mobbing

Sweats like am jogging
Up early morning

While y'all be yawning
Beats I just torch em

Shooters they off em
Pick out ya cofen

Alone in the streets
I feel like a ofhnan

Time never wait
I'm up while it's pouring

Shoes probably foreign
Ora is golden

Play my cards right
On the set I ain't folding

Pauli's the clothing
Am Always in motion

Ya bitch on my body
I don't need no lotion

Plug on the way
But the work in the ocean