Tick Tick

RSS real street slimey, RSS real street slimey, RSS real street slimey, RSS (slatt) RA be cappin in his rap, nigga what? push up on me and nigga I show you Nigga these guns ain't for no show Try your luck I bet this choppa knock yo bitch ass on the floor 2500 what I spent on guns and I'm still buying em Trapping ain't dead, my brother, he still got them drugs nigga, he still supplying em You get out yo top, we gon smoke you like Ganja My big brother like put your money up, nigga stop buying Designer He mad, his bitch with us, she turnt off her lo He looking for he can't find her Just like a bomb, you piss me off, I'ma blow Tick, tick, tick (boom) She is a freak on the dick, she do tricks Right now I got on brand new J's I see a opp I'ma crease these kicks I'ma run his ass down, I don't give no fucks 762 go through big ass Trucks My heart been broken, I really ain't got time for that love shit baby, I'm just trying to f*ck You'll probably think we're some super heroes, the way we gon' do you, if yo ass get outta line Get hit with this 556 you gon' die nigga, this shit like getting bit by a lion Ay matter of fact, this 556 ARP hit harder than Bruce Wayne Yeah, yeah, I told that bitch, I'm not coming if I can't bring my gang You get out your top then nigga, we gon' let them choppa sing My lil' bruh said he ion give no fucks, he'll hop out in the middle of the road and let that mothafucka choppa bang They like damn, them niggas still shooting, yea attached to this Glock, that Kris Vector thing We always pour up with the soda, so today we gon' pour the four in the Minute Maid She broke my heart, then my heart turn cold,that shit just like Ice Age When I hop in the whip, I drive real fast nigga, I just can't stay in one lane You think your bitch ain't going, she come round the bros I bet she get cracked like a Candy Cane I told myself, I'ma go put diamonds on my teeth before I ever buy a bitch a wedding ring I'm in this bitch geeked up, off drugs, let a nigga move wrong We gon' start shooting at everything Most of these bitches be bops and thots You show em some money, they ah f*ck you for anything Smoking' this Za get me high, got me hungry, I go J&J's and get me 20 piece shanghaii wings I got the micro arp in my book bag, this shit glued to my back like I got me some wings A Slimey dude, I pull up high as f*ck, fresh as f*ck Probably try to f*ck your bitch if I see yo fye, I'll probably try to take your stick RA be cappin in his rap, nigga what? push up on me, and nigga I'll show you Nigga, these guns ain't for no show Try yo luck, I bet this choppa knock yo bitch ass on the floor 2500 what I spent on guns, and I'm still buying em Trappin' ain't dead, my brother, he still got the drugs Nigga, he still supplying em