Tic Tac (Intro)

(Cris Dinero)

Ay, hold my pistol at my death

Fuck my life, this don't mean shit

Broad, give me top, ride with the mop

Hold me, floatin' off two Percocets

Pink molly, tic tac, make me sweat

Cut a fuck **** in the face, hold my dick

Two phones on my hip, I don’t know who this is

Ooh, bad bitch swallow my kids, who's the best?

Two shots, oh my, gonna bust out the ribs

Ay, I just might just Bowflex my chest

Big diamond bezel all the way down my pecs

This is that shit that I smoke when they dead

Stack it up, run it up

I can’t let fuck **** think that they one-on-one

Bring your lil bitch, yeah, she ride on my dick

When I step in this bitch, boy you know they uncomfortable

Ooh, yeah, give it to her right now

Ooh, pipe down, did the world clip right now?

Ooh, tats on my neck and my skin

Ridin' that glizz in the Benz

Thumbing through racks with my kin

Bussing down all on a jig

I was a demon back then

Thumbing through racks with my kin

Bussing down all on a jig

I was a demon back then

I was a demon back–

Riding around with my eyes low

Big bankroll, I don’t ever fold

Fuck **** hatin', he don’t wanna see me win

But the cash came in, that’s what I’m here for

Me and you don’t correlate, I don’t know

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on, man

Man, adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Like, ay, cut him with the blade on my hip

Ay, feeling like Mick Jagger with the drip

Tooth fairy, ****, always give my two cents

Whose bitch wanna fuck on the Rich Life clique

Yuh, ay, boy, I’m back in the casket

Ask this, thinking that I’m doing black magic

Ratchets, run up on my soul, can’t catch this

Ay, want me just boost on the bean

Walk with racks on my jeans

Woke up, just killing the scene

Told myself I’m the best rapper alive

And I looked up at God, he said, “Can’t disagree”

Want me just boost on the bean

Walk with racks on my jeans

Woke up, just killing the scene

Told myself I’m the best rapper alive

And I looked up at God, he said, “Boy, like, I can’t disagree”

Yah

Riding around with my eyes low

Big bankroll, I don’t ever fold

Fuck **** hatin', he don’t wanna see me win

But the cash came in, that’s what I’m here for

Me and you don’t correlate, I don’t know

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on, man

Man, adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on

Adding up a hundred bands on my iPhone

I don’t know shit that these fuck boys on, like