TIC-TXC-TOE Lyrics

Y'all ain't nothin' but bitches

Gotta send yo ass to the trenches

Our bond ain't nothin' but bitter

Life ain't sweet, and neither am I

Fucked around, messed around, got the wrong guy

Turn around, blast 'em down, do it on sight

Beat 'em down to the ground, goin' night night

Should've picked a different battle

Should've never took this fight

I AM HIM, YOU SURELY AINT IT

For someone who's a better rapper you ain't shit

Ain't nothin' but a clown

Ain't nothin' but talk

Never want to take the walk

Bet you, that's your downfall

MOTHERFUCKER, WATCH THAT TONE

CROSS YOU OUT LIKE TIC-TAC-TOE

FINNA PUT YOU IN A COMA

A BITCH LIKE YOU AINT SHIT

Cause a bitch like you won't do shit

Don't you start bullshit

Coming after me when I was done with all the bullshit

Now a nigga want me to prove shit

I ain't gotta do shit, but know I got receipts

These niggas start shit, but don't want the beef

But they got me cooking and I've got a seat waiting just for them

And I've got to see their reaction when the meal is complete

I'll serve these hoes on a silver platter

Cooked or baked?

It still don't matter

I can have them smoked or even have them flamed in any way I want in this beefing game

They can beat me down

Have me on the ground

Kicked and punched, bruises all around

But when I'm down in mud I still come back with dirt

And it'll sure as hell stick when it hits and it'll hurt

Fuck these other rappers

They keep fucking with the wrong one

Bitch, I rank with kings

Bitch, send my cavalry

Bitch, here's the difference between you and I

I get on the grind and I take what's mine

If a nigga gets pressed, then I'm surely impressed

Cause they said they'd fuck me up on the side

But now we're in front, and that nigga's just front

So they could either strut or fight, but I know they won't because

Y'all ain't nothin' but bitches

Gotta send yo ass to the trenches

Our bond ain't nothin' but bitter

Life ain't sweet, and neither am I

Fucked around, messed around, got the wrong guy

Turn around, blast 'em down, do it on sight

Beat 'em down to the ground, goin' night night

Should've picked a different battle

Should've never took this fight

I AM HIM, YOU SURELY AINT IT

For someone who's a better rapper you ain't shit

Ain't nothin' but a clown

Ain't nothin' but talk

Never want to take the walk

Bet you, that's your downfall

MOTHERFUCKER, WATCH THAT TONE

CROSS YOU OUT LIKE TIC-TAC-TOE

FINNA PUT YOU IN A COMA

A BITCH LIKE YOU AINT SHIT