Tik Tok

Yea yea yea
Mula
Ugh
I'm on the road with the pack used to be broke and ain't no going back
I'm in the ride with this slide got my hand on her thigh super high
But I'm low with the strap
This shit I swipe it don't max we gon run up them racks
And then run through them racks up in Sak's
Right off the bat I could do better new era feel like
It's way too much cap in this rap
Hoes call me Hugh Hefner crib just like playboy
I got extra room you can stay for the weekend
Might Jazzy Jeff ya don't give me a reason baby
Ain't staying if baby ain't treeshin
I bring that breesh in of course niggas eating three courses
I'm dripping that sauce extra season
That shit remind them of faucets
I'm ducking enforcement and going to war with the precinct
Tell the DA get off of my dick just a young nigga coming up
So what I look like I'm rich still keep it on case you running up
Or have little bro and em done em up
Cause these shits is hot like Jamaica
A one way ticket to meet up with ya maker
These niggas is rats and you know that it's facts when it come with the paper

This ain't for Tik Tok
Somebody might fuck around let a clip pop
I used to pitch rocks
Pumping that bad that was way before hip hop
I keep a grip cocked
Gotta be careful when making a pit stop they want ya wristwatch
Get caught out in traffic we calling that gridlock
This ain't for Tik Tok
Somebody might fuck around let a clip pop
I used to pitch rocks
Pumping that bad that was way before hip hop
I keep a grip cocked
Gotta be careful when making a pit stop they want ya wristwatch
Get caught out in traffic we calling that gridlock



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Writer(s): Sharif Mcbride
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