Letra tic tic - Toosii
(Pyroman)
(Ayy, Rvssian)
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
Championship ring and I know what it bring, couple bottles, some weed, and she riding on me
Don't like attention, I black out the windows then slide with extendos, we riding lowkey
Niggas be broke and plotting on me
Niggas be fake so watch your homies
I can't even lie, I'd rather be lonely in a whip with a bitch, I watch her dome me
Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter
You let a nigga done die with your brother
Bitches ain't shit, won't ride for another
Now I ain't shit, I lie, say I love her
Bitches ain't shit, I lie and say I love her
I can't cut ties with the butter
That leave you upset when you love 'em
I say fuck that, just gun 'em, down
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
I don't really sing, that's cap, I rap, but they say that I do so I tell 'em like fuck it
I take a bitch to McDonald's and tell her to get what she want and she better McLove it
If she ask my name, I'll tell her McLovin
I don't make love, a nigga be fucking
She don't suck dick, a nigga won't bust
She got on Michael Kors and I don't trust
I'ma be nasty, be disgusting
Still ride with the gang, gang
Free them boys out the chain gang
They ain't lost shit but they still tryna maintain
I'm a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang cane
Fuck bad bitches, get money, better know the game, mane
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
(Ayy, Rvssian)
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
Championship ring and I know what it bring, couple bottles, some weed, and she riding on me
Don't like attention, I black out the windows then slide with extendos, we riding lowkey
Niggas be broke and plotting on me
Niggas be fake so watch your homies
I can't even lie, I'd rather be lonely in a whip with a bitch, I watch her dome me
Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter
You let a nigga done die with your brother
Bitches ain't shit, won't ride for another
Now I ain't shit, I lie, say I love her
Bitches ain't shit, I lie and say I love her
I can't cut ties with the butter
That leave you upset when you love 'em
I say fuck that, just gun 'em, down
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
I don't really sing, that's cap, I rap, but they say that I do so I tell 'em like fuck it
I take a bitch to McDonald's and tell her to get what she want and she better McLove it
If she ask my name, I'll tell her McLovin
I don't make love, a nigga be fucking
She don't suck dick, a nigga won't bust
She got on Michael Kors and I don't trust
I'ma be nasty, be disgusting
Still ride with the gang, gang
Free them boys out the chain gang
They ain't lost shit but they still tryna maintain
I'm a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang cane
Fuck bad bitches, get money, better know the game, mane
Bad bitch and a mistress, know my main bitch having misfits
Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fucking lame and that's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fucking man, ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan, I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it
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