It's That Time (feat. B40 & LuhRog49) Video (MV)

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 f*ck 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