Time to Operate - JT Music, Neebs Gaming

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 till 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 Kellas

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 rez, 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 of 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 tryna 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 killfeed

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, till you’ve got it all)