Saxkboy KD, That Mexican OT - Just Talking lyrics

Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
(Out of time-time)
Spin 'round the block, yeah
My shooters gon' slide (You can't hide)
Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
(Where the members? TP, baby)
Time is money but there's money on my mind
(Run it back, Playboi, ayy)

Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
(Said what?)
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
(Still walking)
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
(Brrt, here shit sparking)
These niggas ain't sparking (yeah, yeah)
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
(Said what?)
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking


(On who?)
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
(Here shit sparking)
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
When I dated a bitch
(What?) , they ain't cut me no slack
They fucked her (yeah)
I had a heart, but they ripped it to pieces
(They did)
Now I invested the rest in these duffels
I know it take time but I
Ain't wasting mine on shit
You want me? First, send me some money
(A bag)
It took some time to write up some rhymes
Like this, now look at me, Trigga, i'm on it
(yeah) spitting them facts (yeah)
Hop in the Benz and I pop me a 10 and
I'm all in the back where the seats lay back
(Lay back)
Told her mistreat me again and I'm
Fucking her friends and recording them
That's just that (Just that)
Thinking they gangster
They throwing them slugs
Okay, one text and I'm getting him wacked
Like it's subliminal
Make him lay in his bushes
(yeah) , get rid of him (Let's go)
I'm phenomenal
A magician, I clap three times and he gone
Fuck 'em he ain't standing on business
He a errand boy that clean
Shit up in the trap
Miss them? Fuck it, we sending you with 'em
Hit 'em 45 colt shooting missiles
If you wearing my jewelry, you victim
I don't give a fuck 'bout who else with 'em
Split 'em
Dead man, dead man, dead man, RIP (Dead man)
I got ten on 'em, work clean
Come get this prize
Please don't waste my time, I'll lose my mind
Shit, everybody hit
Get caught lackin' and shoot 'em in his shit
Huh, then burry them sticks (Come on)

Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who?
(Brrt) I ain't hear shit sparking
These niggas ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

I'm puffin' on good flower
It give me rap super powers
I'm crazy, they doubted lil' nigga, a coward
I'ma knock his ass over
Just like Twin Towers
They callin' me dipping sauce (Woah, T)
'Cause they think that it's sweet
Then I'm gettin' it sour
Stanking lil' bitch better get in the shower
I pop a Viagra, then fuck for a hour
Yeah, I'm riding 'round in the
Tahoe, with my vatos
Make a lil' nigga top blow
Bullets hit him 'em up
Like some motherfuckin' nachos
I'm dripping in cheese like
"None of this not yours" bad bitch
We gon' fuck in the back of the Yukon
Tossin' the salad, I eat her with croutons
(Croutons)
They like, "OT, you a motherfucker"
Dick in her bootyhole
Look like peanut butter
I'm gon' pop out with this Glock out
Get his ass cropped out
Bitch better check my background
I got killers that don't make a sound
(Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time)
I'm gon' pop out with this Glock out
Get his ass cropped out
(Time is money but there's money on my mind)
Bitch better check my background
I got killers that don't make a sound

Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who?
(Brrt, brrt) I ain't hear shit sparking
Fah, fah, fah, these niggas ain't sparking
Said he gon' kill who? Nigga just talking
Sliding on who? These niggas still walking
Shooting at who? I ain't hear shit sparking
Boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

Tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah
My shooters gon' slide tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time (TP, baby)
Time is money but there's money on my mind
(Run it back, Playboi) tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah
My shooters gon' slide tick tock, tick tock
You're running out of time
Spin 'round the block, yeah
My shooters gon' slide