Tick

Aye my drako name dreka
I put titties on it
I could paint the city red if i really want it
Heard a nigga wanted smoke
But he didn't really want it
You niggas just some fans
Thats why im coooling homie
I'm in da bando with the product and the tooley on me
Got cho baby momma in this bitch just chewing on me
And I stay with ben Franklin so im never lonely
It just me against the world
Yeah i thank im Tony
Hope the plug dont think he Sosa
I got bocoo homies
And they cocoo homie
Choppa make a booboo moment
You better wake stupid ass
Up out that movie homie
Cause these bullets we be shooting have a oozing homie
On that drank i go from woozy to snoozing
Homie
I just bought a 2 two 3 and put a coolant on it
And I'll go and buy a pony that if Juicy want it
Ok moving on my
Money be stupid long
You nigga aint Al Capone
Nigga thank they King Kong
Betta leave them beans alone
Drako gone sing the song
My country tis
If you know it than sing along
You know my weed stong
Ain even know that car wouldn't on
Park
I need a driver
I'm a stunt on'm Macgyver
Put a price on yo head let'm buyer
I sold the devil some fire
I'm hotter im better im flyer
You a liar you wearing a wire
You can't the trust the nigga beside ja
Put trust in a bitch she'll a try ya
Nigga cross me im a slide ja
Leave the city to go pick the pies up
I get back then i call my guys up
Split it up
Mix it up
Cook it up hook it up shook it up
Money team money team money team
They want a show tell'm book it up
I'm lil like the King i done had dream
I keep'm Stevie they wondering
I could go deep as a submarine
But im on the top and im hoovering
You betta bounce like a trampoline
4 i start shooting like damn marine

Yeah bitch its Skitter i see ya
I'm happy to meet chu
Jump in beamer and pledge a allegiance
If not im a leave ya
Holla I'll momma see ya
Ya favorite rapper on the speaker
Got ya baby momma on the feature
You a weasel
She a cheater
I give a wood im a beaver

I be in the hood with my people
They look up to me im a leader
I oversee it like a eagle
The hat the fit the sneakers
The work the money the heater
Everyday it like Easter

Tick im fresh as the preacher
Tick im off the meter
Tick this bitch a leacher
Tick my wrist is a freezer
I living life by the Tick
I run it by the tick
I shoot the stick till it tick
The money machine dont tick



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Writer(s): Ardarrius Haslett
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