TIC TAC Lyrics

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

I got a big, big catch for the flick flack

I'm gonna diss, diss, diss, then dispatch

I got a big, big Mac for the chit-chat

Lil' knick-knack has a lotta, lotta kickback

I'm going matte, matte black in the Hellcat

Gotta be wick-wack just to get back

I'll never split that, smoking on big gas

I got a big, big smack for the bitch ass

Bitch need a tic tac, glocky go click click

Lil' bit' sit back, everything mismatch

Watch how my wrist stack, watch how I fix that

Know I'ma hit that when I get rick racks

Now I needa spit, spit, spit these quick facts

Fucking your bitch, I know she has sick tats

Watch how I itch that, you ain't do shit, jack

I'm breathing fire, but now I need tic-tacs

Leave your brains on the curb then I swerve (swerve)

I'm breathing fire, almost like I have Gerd (what?)

Different color acid tabs like a box of Nerds (Nerds!)

Even at my funeral, I'm flyer than a bird

Smoking on the loud, I do not know whatcha heard (what?)

My eyes are fried from the pot that I stirred (stirred)

I'm watching my back, but my eyes are kinda blurred (whoa)

I'm behind the wheel 'cause I will never be a third (never!)

I just got paid today, now it's time that I splurge (hell yeah)

I just popped a Xanny just so I can leave the Earth (Earth!)

I'm fresh to death, I'm born dead, don't have a birth (whoa)

She said we're perfect, fell in love, she felt my girth (haha)

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

Ooh, yeah, tic tac

I got a big, big catch for the flick flack

I'm gonna diss, diss, diss, then dispatch

I got a big, big Mac for the chit-chat

Lil' knick-knack has a lotta, lotta kickback

I'm going matte, matte black in the Hellcat

Gotta be wick-wack just to get back

I'll never split that, smoking on big gas

I got a big, big smack for the bitch ass

Bitch need a tic tac, glocky go click click

Lil' bit' sit back, everything mismatch

Watch how my wrist stack, watch how I fix that

Know I'ma hit that when I get rick racks

Now I needa spit, spit, spit these quick facts

Fucking your bitch, I know she has sick tats

Watch how I itch that, you ain't do shit, jack

I'm breathing fire, but now I need tic-tacs