Ticking

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Clocks tickin Glock grippin I'm pimpin, all across the area Don't what's scarier My glock, nine, or the way I bury ya I'm playin, cuz a rhyme slaya My dimes way up Ya'll need visine, cuz y'all can't see the vision I need shades, cuz these rays very vivid Nappy-headed, had a mama and a daddy In the city of the country everyone was chasin fetty New to the block, just 7 Now they was 11, asking me questions Ask me was I blood or crip I got blue on, that denim two tone So got busted up in my lip I was boolin after then Had to loose it in the end Project kids new shit was scary Big homie indoctrinate, now its bricks that he carry Mans got a lot on his plate, getting reckless of late Scaring mama and the baby, moving out the shit Clocks tickin Glock grippin I'm pimpin, all across the area Don't what's scarier My glock, nine, or the way I bury ya I'm playin, cuz a rhyme slaya My dimes way up Yeah Ya'll need visine, cuz y'all can't see the vision I need shades, cuz these rays very vivid I'm so livid, with the way that I been livin Want the limited edition, on my wrist and Fake friends, never be a problem, I'ma off em But don't off ya Cool vibes really what I offer And being silly wit the willy on ya daughter