tic tac toe

Ridin' 'round my side of town
Bad bitch tryna take me down
I'm fresh as hell, nigga, wipe me down
I'm smokin' on gas, it's out the pound
Pull on yo' block, and I fill it with rounds
Countin' the guap, you don't know how that sound
I'm going up, nigga, word around town

Bust down, nigga, all on yo' thot
Buss down, nigga, look at my watch
Trappin' hard, gotta watch for the narcs
Life ain't fair, bitch, you get what you got
Niggas hatin', I already know
Hell nah, nigga, you ain't my bro
Ridin' 'round wit' that motherfuckin' pole
X 'em out like tic tac toe

Oh, I heard you ain't makin' no dough
I heard you ain't makin' no rolls
I know that your trap movin' slow
You goin' out sad and you broke
Sippin' drank, bitch, I just poured a four
I'm smokin' za, I ain't smokin' no dro
I'm smokin' za, I ain't smokin' no mid

Nigga, my son, kid
Ridin' around, in a Benz
Ridin' around, wit' my twin
On the block, bitch, I'm getting it in
He want smoke, then I'm spinnin' the Benz
These chrome hearts, nigga, cost me like ten
My eyes low like Jeremy Lin

Ridin' 'round my side of town
Bad bitch tryna take me down
I'm fresh as hell, nigga, wipe me down
I'm smokin' on gas, it's out the pound
Pull on yo' block, and I fill it with rounds
Countin' the guap, you don't know how that sound
I'm going up, nigga, word around town

Bust down, nigga, all on yo' thot
Buss down, nigga, look at my watch
Trappin' hard, gotta watch for the narcs
Life ain't fair, bitch, you get what you got
Niggas hatin', I already know
Hell nah, nigga, you ain't my bro
Ridin' 'round wit' that motherfuckin' pole
X 'em out like tic tac toe



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steve Rothery, Pete Trewavas, Derek William Dick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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