Tick Tock

[Hook]

Tick tick, tock tock

This is for my niggas on the Fig Fig block-block

51st Street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont

Busta-ass niggas get their shit-shit pop-pop

Hey, hey

[Verse 1]

Nine hours passed, stuck in the ground, still eat

Creeping, hiding from the cops [?] your squeak

Tried to shake 'em off 'til them siren lights blink

Floyd bailed me out so I'm out the next week

Put my tail on the beat then I'm back to the streets

Black Chuck's astro, being fly as can be

My gun in my reach, beef ready to feast

And the lyrics like a priest, they ready to preach

I continue on the saga, keep my lady friends on Prada

Hoes never liked to bother, now they beg for the ménage

Flow so proper, get the buzz like Vodka

Got her to the crib, better dub then I knock her

Death before dishonor, my loyalty in marijuana

Puff puff pass, get your mind of the drama

Try to stay away from snitches, grimey hoes and bitches

Good girls to misses, let's enjoy the riches

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Verse two, yo, I'm raising the tempo, it get sicker

Write you up a 16 now for her coke pictures

Reminiscing of all times I fall liquor

Say they bomb first, but nigga I bomb quicker

This rap shit a passion, I mix it with the fashion

Snipe a nigga from the booth, Q a rap assassin

Serve her, got a new bitch, half Persian

Still got a shoe fetish, gotta stay splurging

Corner block serving, watch for the suburbans

Local street terrorist and never wore a turban

West is back at it, spit my tack at it

To get my point across, predicting who be the boss

Never take a loss because of the nina ross

Demand your respect, put hands to your chest

Boom blam, won't jam when I blam at your neck

Real talk, my spit hot saliva when it inject

[Hook]