Uhhh
Oh i'm ready baby
Let's go get em
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
They say hard head make a soft ass
F*ck with me that's your ass
Don't really f*ck with da wasteman
And I got zero time for pegan
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna win it, I'm gonna win it
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna get it, let's get it let's get it
Hoody season like everyday, dripped down like the grim reaper
Momma said I'd be great one day, now I charge stack for a feature
No cap in my rap ain't got time for that
Ten years ago told mom I'd be right back
Oh Yeah they laughing calling mister bald head
It's a different story when I'm between ya girls legs
Who's laughing right now
On my way to the bank homie laughing like hahahahahaaa
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
I don't dance I just two step
Before we f*cked told me come correct
Babygirl said I'm soaking wet
So you know I gotta come correct
Beat it up like a cop R.I.P to Rodney king
Now I got situation phone jumping like the hotline bling
I don't kiss and tell keep shit on the down low
Niggaz like wishing wells pillow talking with these thots bro
Mind on my money, money on my mind brain tumor
God bless all my trap niggaz, my young niggaz let pray hallelujah
Came out the trenches, now i stay on the 17th floor
Up in your playlist, came a long way from mopping floors
Ain't talking money, then you waisting my time
Need a smile on my momma's face so I gotta grind
Always on the move something like the atmosphere
No Gucci or Prada they know i f*ck with that Nike yeah
Give a f*ck if you like me, this shit don't excite
On my knees at the altar, Lord don't let these f*ck boys ignite me
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
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Uhhh
Oh i'm ready baby
Let's go get em
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
They say hard head make a soft ass
F*ck with me that's your ass
Don't really f*ck with da wasteman
And I got zero time for pegan
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna win it, I'm gonna win it
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna get it, let's get it let's get it
Hoody season like everyday, dripped down like the grim reaper
Momma said I'd be great one day, now I charge stack for a feature
No cap in my rap ain't got time for that
Ten years ago told mom I'd be right back
Oh Yeah they laughing calling mister bald head
It's a different story when I'm between ya girls legs
Who's laughing right now
On my way to the bank homie laughing like hahahahahaaa
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
I don't dance I just two step
Before we f*cked told me come correct
Babygirl said I'm soaking wet
So you know I gotta come correct
Beat it up like a cop R.I.P to Rodney king
Now I got situation phone jumping like the hotline bling
I don't kiss and tell keep shit on the down low
Niggaz like wishing wells pillow talking with these thots bro
Mind on my money, money on my mind brain tumor
God bless all my trap niggaz, my young niggaz let pray hallelujah
Came out the trenches, now i stay on the 17th floor
Up in your playlist, came a long way from mopping floors
Ain't talking money, then you waisting my time
Need a smile on my momma's face so I gotta grind
Always on the move something like the atmosphere
No Gucci or Prada they know i f*ck with that Nike yeah
Give a f*ck if you like me, this shit don't excite
On my knees at the altar, Lord don't let these f*ck boys ignite me
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Oh i'm ready baby
Let's go get em
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
They say hard head make a soft ass
F*ck with me that's your ass
Don't really f*ck with da wasteman
And I got zero time for pegan
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna win it, I'm gonna win it
The roley's a trophy, this game olympics
And I'm gonna get it, let's get it let's get it
Hoody season like everyday, dripped down like the grim reaper
Momma said I'd be great one day, now I charge stack for a feature
No cap in my rap ain't got time for that
Ten years ago told mom I'd be right back
Oh Yeah they laughing calling mister bald head
It's a different story when I'm between ya girls legs
Who's laughing right now
On my way to the bank homie laughing like hahahahahaaa
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
I don't dance I just two step
Before we f*cked told me come correct
Babygirl said I'm soaking wet
So you know I gotta come correct
Beat it up like a cop R.I.P to Rodney king
Now I got situation phone jumping like the hotline bling
I don't kiss and tell keep shit on the down low
Niggaz like wishing wells pillow talking with these thots bro
Mind on my money, money on my mind brain tumor
God bless all my trap niggaz, my young niggaz let pray hallelujah
Came out the trenches, now i stay on the 17th floor
Up in your playlist, came a long way from mopping floors
Ain't talking money, then you waisting my time
Need a smile on my momma's face so I gotta grind
Always on the move something like the atmosphere
No Gucci or Prada they know i f*ck with that Nike yeah
Give a f*ck if you like me, this shit don't excite
On my knees at the altar, Lord don't let these f*ck boys ignite me
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Tic Toc Tic Toc
F*ck your Roley boy that shit go Tic Toc
I'm tryna cop a roley that dont Tic Toc
Keep pushing me and I go Tic Toc
Writer: Joshua Hughes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid