Video Time To Operate de Jt Music 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Jt Music - Time To Operate Lyrics

I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you
Of all your loot

I see a lot of chutes opened up
So I'm gonna cut some
Pluck 'em from the sky like
I'm playin' Duck Hunt
Just like my dinner plate
Ain't finished 'til you're all done
This'll be easy, Hot Cross Buns
I'm comin' for your wallets
Y'all had better clutch them
I can hear your heart
Drummin' like percussion
Use your heads and keep your tails tucked
Run cause the next thing I'm gunnin'
For is your trust fund
I don't mean to cause offence
To any bank tellers
But I'm about to make withdrawals
On these lame fellas best invest your cash
Or I'm gonna take hella
Fat stacks out your stash, then
I'll make it rain, jealous?
My squad gettin' so sweaty that
You may smell us throw on a gas mask
And prepare your painkillers
We got our senses sharpened
These Helens ain't Kellers skip the Gulag
I'll send you straight to your grave fellas
I rate myself a 10, I make 'em thirsty
But I don't need a res', I pick myself up
I'm perky rollin' in your dough, overflowin'
From my purse, see?
I'll call you sugar daddy as I
Slay you with a curtsy

Nobody's stoppin' us, and trust me
I don't compensate i'm not a doctor
But right now it's time to operate
Get comfortable, embrace the pain
You want it all? Then take your aim
When duty's callin' us
We know it's time to operate

I have the high ground
This ain't your sky to walk
I hope you know when to pull
Out if you fly in hot
Hands off my crate, fool
If you try to cop it
I'll break your plates like a
Bull in a china shop
My aim is steady and I'm lovin' the feel
You better get runnin' from me
'Cause I'm gunnin' Galil
And when I'm threatened by enemies nearby
I do it my way
Kill 'em with kindness if kindness is an MP5K
I'm ridin' dirty, my arsenal is stacked
Don't need a PhD to fly, no disrespect
Flight attendants
Prepare to land on some heads
No operator left behind, unless they're dead
I'll sit you on your bottom like my
Dog when he's a bad boy
Drag your ass around like you're
Tryin' to pop a hemorrhoid
Blood drunk maniac, always takin' long shots
Hit the ground
Runnin' roll camera for the montage

150 on the plane
They don't know that I've been here before
Funeral arrangements being made
Say a prayer for 'em
Crack you out the sky and let you
Know just what my name is
Hey there, welcome to the jungle, baby
We got fun and games
I don't need loadouts, don't need Ghost
Tell everybody where I'm at
Ain't buyin' nothin'
Win a round with fifty thousand in my hand
I'm a stone-cold champion
Snipe you out the heli
AX-50 Cal round, turn your brains to confetti

I'm not a pickup artist
But I got your number
Your duty's callin' from a
Coffin six feet under
My only sin is greed but
From grace I won't fall
Where you see a kill feed
I only see role call

Nobody's stoppin' us, and trust me
I don't compensate i'm not a doctor
But right now it's time to operate
Get comfortable, embrace the pain
You want it all? Then take your aim
When duty's callin' us
We know it's time to operate

It's everybody's dream to conquer everything
Don't stop at all 'til you've got it all