ALEX CROSS WIT DA STRAP )

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, Niggas out here, big talk
Slit a pussy niggas, wristwatch
On your block with the fifth cocked, I'm ready
Cracker lovers talkin' bout doxing and shit, but ain't talkin' bout boxing and shit
Come to Houston send you back home in a box from this bitch
Put 99 in his chest like J.J. Watt in this bitch
If I ain't the shooter, best believe I passed the assist
Magic Johnson ridin dirty and I'm cockin' this bitch
Nigga mad cause the homie put a cock in his bitch
She let Clout fuck for half a crack rock in this bitch

Tick tock, niggas out here
Big talk, slit a pussy niggas, wristwatch
On your block with the fifth cocked, I'm ready

Niggas outside and we mobbin', keep it on me in case it's a problem
Miss Beretta that's my problem solver
No kick back, yeah, she a smooth talker

Ayy, loadin' that K, .30 clip bitch shoot you straight in your face
Crash out like I'm Kobe, I'm green like Jenobi
I'm fuckin' your bitch and I'm doin' the race
Eat the dick like she Pac-Man
I Aim with my gun and I cover the murder, then don't leave with no trace
Rollie on me and it shine like a beam
Pouring this actavis, sippin' on lean,
Moving real slow like I'm stuck in a dream
You niggas is bots your face glued to a screen
Shit on a heat like I'm in a latrine
I'm shoppin' at SAKS and you shoppin' at Shein
Run up on me and I bet you I blow
Glock in my lap and you know I aim low
Chopper got kick it's go shoot like like a throw
Chiraq that's my shit, so I throw up the 4'
Champ on the beat and you know that I'm clean, Get to the money, I get to the green
I flow on the beat like yo ass never seen
Shot to his chest, now he look like some jeans



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Writer(s): Jjk Fam
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