Tic Toc
I waist a hoe time like tic toc
Walk in da spot and I drip drop
Call up yuh bitch give ha thick cock
Yuh bitch a thot we can't lip lock
No ez pass but we spin blocks
On my strip trap in gucci flip flops
The shit on my waist make yuh hip hop
I got heavy metal make yuh shit rock
The watch on my wrist is a big clock
She dance on my dick like tic toc
Be holdin the grip like a wrist lock
Boot to the face like kick rocks
I'm breaking the news it's been hot
The weather is snow not drip drops
Y'all niggas is foul y'all been flop
The kick look ugly the drip's not
We don't be playing with niggas we spraying at niggas and put em on citizen
I got a Spanish bitch calling me papi she probably cuban dominican
She say i'm different act like im innocent but I play hoes like a instrument
I got dem bars on some prison shit don't gotta ask know my niggas gon get it in
But I don't be talking to shawty she lookin' at doggy she say I'm magnificent
I run with the unit you know ima g they call me m dollar and 50 cent
Wait I don't be cuffin no hoe no I leave that subject alone
I make a lumpsome of money it's not even funny the budget is woah
I catch a freak and I go and I skeet on these hoes I leave em alone
Niggas be peepin' the hammer but they don't be seeing the drone
A nigga line clicked I turned off my phone
I ran to the bag they was playing zone
I just popped a 30 I'm in my mode
Ima hit it for 30 then adios
Hoes like enie menie mini moe
I'm Luigi how I stay piping hoes
Po up the act like im diagnosed
I'm on fire like pass me a lighter bro
Well I got the fire, the fanta, the roll up, the bitches, the munchies and the dope
I'm getting sicker they needed a remedy guess what I found a antidote
The check can't fit in the envelope
I shoot at ya cap cantaloupe
You gotta pardon my grammar, I'm use to not showin my manners
See they should be callin me Thor cus I gotta throw out the hammer
My vision is 20 slanted my fly prepare for the landing
We got bombs prepare for the cannon
Fuck around we cook niggas like samon
This ain't Madden throws packs like im Manning
Got the pack in my sack I ain't dancing
Get the pussy I'm NBA jamming
She like bae can you chill she can't manage
I'm like I gotta go Danny Phantom
Fuck a hoe dub a hoe that's the anthem (Bitch)
Walk in da spot and I drip drop
Call up yuh bitch give ha thick cock
Yuh bitch a thot we can't lip lock
No ez pass but we spin blocks
On my strip trap in gucci flip flops
The shit on my waist make yuh hip hop
I got heavy metal make yuh shit rock
The watch on my wrist is a big clock
She dance on my dick like tic toc
Be holdin the grip like a wrist lock
Boot to the face like kick rocks
I'm breaking the news it's been hot
The weather is snow not drip drops
Y'all niggas is foul y'all been flop
The kick look ugly the drip's not
We don't be playing with niggas we spraying at niggas and put em on citizen
I got a Spanish bitch calling me papi she probably cuban dominican
She say i'm different act like im innocent but I play hoes like a instrument
I got dem bars on some prison shit don't gotta ask know my niggas gon get it in
But I don't be talking to shawty she lookin' at doggy she say I'm magnificent
I run with the unit you know ima g they call me m dollar and 50 cent
Wait I don't be cuffin no hoe no I leave that subject alone
I make a lumpsome of money it's not even funny the budget is woah
I catch a freak and I go and I skeet on these hoes I leave em alone
Niggas be peepin' the hammer but they don't be seeing the drone
A nigga line clicked I turned off my phone
I ran to the bag they was playing zone
I just popped a 30 I'm in my mode
Ima hit it for 30 then adios
Hoes like enie menie mini moe
I'm Luigi how I stay piping hoes
Po up the act like im diagnosed
I'm on fire like pass me a lighter bro
Well I got the fire, the fanta, the roll up, the bitches, the munchies and the dope
I'm getting sicker they needed a remedy guess what I found a antidote
The check can't fit in the envelope
I shoot at ya cap cantaloupe
You gotta pardon my grammar, I'm use to not showin my manners
See they should be callin me Thor cus I gotta throw out the hammer
My vision is 20 slanted my fly prepare for the landing
We got bombs prepare for the cannon
Fuck around we cook niggas like samon
This ain't Madden throws packs like im Manning
Got the pack in my sack I ain't dancing
Get the pussy I'm NBA jamming
She like bae can you chill she can't manage
I'm like I gotta go Danny Phantom
Fuck a hoe dub a hoe that's the anthem (Bitch)
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Writer(s): Christian Brown
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