TIC TAC TOE (feat. Nick Nasty)

Ho-ee-lo, ho-ee-lo, ho-ee-lo, ho-ee-lo, ho-ee-lo, ho-ee-lo, ho-oe-ho
Shh, be quiet
Y'all be talkin' too much, not doin' enough
But you stuntin and actin' like you got a buzz, man

That's foolish as fuck, who's cooler than us
Not many people, so you could put your mouth where my ruler
Is Tucked, no, I don't give a fuck and I'm blowin' shit up
You lames, rap for fame, I rap cause it's my drug

Whoa, mind goin tic-tac-toe
Three in a row when I'm out on the road
Packin' a bowl on the way to the show
Faded than a hoe, not makin' it home

Most of you pussy, I'm not talkin' cats
Don't talk about me unless you're talkin' facts
I'm rollin' up when I smoke, it's only gas
I only spit truth, there's no cap in my rap

Shh, be quiet
Most of you rappers is lame, don't get in my way
You think you were better, but sadly, I don't even know what your name is
You're basic

Heard your bars oh my gracious
King of Colorado, please just stop
Boy, you more like the king, some stank shit
Road rage got me dangerous, lane switchin', homie, space ship

Bars are sick, so contagious
Not stoppin' till I'm famous, fuck what you sayin
I just went super saiyan, dragons, I'm slayin' man
Even Dragon Balls couldnt save him

Said he want the smoke, I got papers
When I ride around, homie's got the laser
Don't let him blaze ya, you better be prayin
That somebody saves you, me and my homies are paper chasers

Paper chasin', smokin' ganja
Makin' statements, made it out the basement
Lost my patience, past conversations
Fuck the people who be complicated

Ride around, makin' observations
Got the title, now so come try and take it!

Hold up, wait a minute
All of bitches wanna ride sushi

But they can't
Actin' like they always thought that they knew me
But they ain't
Diggin' for gold and they act like they truly

Not a fake
Fake ass hoes playin' tic-tac-toe
All I know is I want a big fat ass that goes
Jiggle, Jiggle, Jiggle, Jiggle

Baby, we fuckin
You know we get into somethin
We gonna lock up the door, close the blinds
Or get into bustin

This is for real
Like, can we make this sign a deal
Right
Take a puff, let's have a chill

Night
You on top, it's such a thrill
Sight
Run it up

Fuck it up
You and me, we fuck enough
To level up
Get on top, let's make it rough

No huff-puff
Got you there right in the bed
With yo hands cuffed, hands cuffed
Run it up

Fuck it up
You and me, we fuck enough
To level up
Get on top, let's make it rough

No huff-puff
Got you there right in the bed
Put your hands cuffed, hands cuffed



Credits
Writer(s): Kenji Asamoto
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