Tic for Tat
When I slide get back
This Glock don't got no kick back
Mismatch designer that's facts
You know I'm chasing these racks
On gang I don't fuck with rats
When u sneak dis you get smacked
On my life my pockets fat
I'm too rich for tit for tac
You niggaz broke smoking blacks
I'm smoking za shark attack
You know a young nigga not goin back
And you broke niggas jus hold me back
This big ass Glock still compact
I know you Niggas not about that
Dis drip on me like a fountain
My gang got big mountains
I swear that this money astounding
I only need rich niggas round me
These broke hoes still be hounding
I'm only good at counting
I do math jus like accounting
Nigga fuck you if you doubting
I love how this money sounding
Me and twin b eating salmon
Really came up off of rhyming
I feel this the perfect timing
I send a shot I change the climate
Too much money cannot climb it
Said I'm broke den bitch you're lying
Play with me then bitch you're dying
I'm 300 feet up reclining
Top floor bitch you cannot find us
Ain no kap my clique the flyest
And that's just facts not being biased
I smoke this za nd get the highest
I spin a whip that got a trident
When I slide get back
This Glock don't got no kick back
Mismatch designer that's facts
You know I'm chasing these racks
On gang I don't fuck with rats
When u sneak dis u get smacked
On my life my pockets fat
I'm too rich for tit for tac
This Glock don't got no kick back
Mismatch designer that's facts
You know I'm chasing these racks
On gang I don't fuck with rats
When u sneak dis you get smacked
On my life my pockets fat
I'm too rich for tit for tac
You niggaz broke smoking blacks
I'm smoking za shark attack
You know a young nigga not goin back
And you broke niggas jus hold me back
This big ass Glock still compact
I know you Niggas not about that
Dis drip on me like a fountain
My gang got big mountains
I swear that this money astounding
I only need rich niggas round me
These broke hoes still be hounding
I'm only good at counting
I do math jus like accounting
Nigga fuck you if you doubting
I love how this money sounding
Me and twin b eating salmon
Really came up off of rhyming
I feel this the perfect timing
I send a shot I change the climate
Too much money cannot climb it
Said I'm broke den bitch you're lying
Play with me then bitch you're dying
I'm 300 feet up reclining
Top floor bitch you cannot find us
Ain no kap my clique the flyest
And that's just facts not being biased
I smoke this za nd get the highest
I spin a whip that got a trident
When I slide get back
This Glock don't got no kick back
Mismatch designer that's facts
You know I'm chasing these racks
On gang I don't fuck with rats
When u sneak dis u get smacked
On my life my pockets fat
I'm too rich for tit for tac
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Writer(s): Nayya Terry
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