Times 2 ft. Scatta R.Pee Lyrics

Don't know where you'll be if you wake up one morning like, uh, a big M-60 nozzle on the drive

You'll be like, yo, I'm just out here for the ride

Hey yo, ease up, no fight, the night's the night

Not to hold you, been told you wasn't listening

Get your ears right, the cosmos take you out there

Out of sight, out of mind, when it's kitchen time, hard to find my rhymes

Type it in my phone, though I prefer to write it down online

It's regular pace, overhead, you out of lane

Don't give a fuck about none of that

Stay the grind, speed, kept me with spades and pieces

Most identify, though it's a foreign object on this project

Own lane, spit the tame, bum gang, protect yourself

Swift and changeable, don't remain the booth

Things happen in times, too

Water walking, nigga, the situation times, too

The situation times, too

Water walking, nigga

Respect every time, 100%, stay overly

Flow and cadence, connect tighter than vice grips

Knock it off with the bullshit, bars is heavy lips

Defined by cuts and rips, bro, it's really it

Remote locations, off the grid, the hilliest

Bars drops over your head, too much, the silliest

For those that laugh a lot, no jokes, delirious

Debate all day, who gives a fuck, they hearing us

Soup kitchen cooking all time, nigga, the business

Watch the wrench, water down, yo, you overworks

And you on the hall pass, nigga, as if the gun bust

Fly higher than most dudes, though, no angels

Drip extra crispy around the edges, gold across

Water walking and scatter R.P. like N'Garbi twice

Oh, will you deal if you wake up one morning and saw

A big M-16, eyes locked and dry

Oh, will you deal if you wake up one morning and saw

A big M-16, eyes locked and dry

Oh, will you deal if you wake up one morning and saw

A big M-16, eyes locked and dry