Tic tac toe Lyrics

I'm in the booth with a fat blunt My lil' bitch have to fat butt

I got that pack, they watchin' me trap somethin' good, lick, you can't pass up

The pussy good, you gon' harass her Hitna' goin up like NASA

Aint playin' fair, and I know that the opps know

Tic-tac, we be taggin' them toes Ten Stylish, be snappin on hoes

Ten stylesz im back on the road All this money, you don't even know

All this money, I don't even know All this money, you know

Do you know what I pay for these clothes? Bottomless

I like my bitches how I like my mimosas You can ask the workers at the Gucci store

I run this shit like Julio You start a problem, I'm grippin' that pole

Be funny, I'm grippin' that pole Hey, you ain't make a face, I'm grippin' that pole

These hoes do the most, Six 1-double-O junkies fallin on the floor, drunks knockin' at the door

Eight hundred twenty three my heart so cold

(Stylish)

Got no love for no treesh, I don't fuck with no leeches

10 years straight name with the bells in these streets

Got a bitches with an angelic aura in the belly of the beast

Mm, yeah, and she carry the peace

Tired of you niggas, knew I was droppin' them jewels

I should've left it for me, been knew my worth

Fuckon with these bum-ass bitches when I should've charged them a fee

These ain't just slippers, these seven bills on my feet

She roll me up, then I beat

I don't think I'm better than no one

So if that come out your mouth, you're just on my dick

(Stylish)

I'm in the booth with the fat blunt

My lil' bitch got the fat butt

I got that pack, they watchin' me trap

A Good lick you can't pass up

The pussy good, you gon' harass

Hit me goin' up like NASA

Ain't playin' fair, and I know that the opps know

Tic-tac, we be tagin' them toes

Ten stylish, be spazzing

Ten stylesz, back on the road

All this money, you don't even know

All this money, I don't even know

All this money, you know