Toosii - ​tic tic lyrics

Bad bitch and a mistress
Know my main bitch having misfit's
Lane-switch when I ride
It's raining outside
I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga
Tick tick, Richard Mille
That's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause
You a fucking lame and
That's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan
Know I'm the fucking man
Ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan
I know it smell like weed
But I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick
Then baby won't get it

Championship ring and I know what it
Bring, couple bottles, some weed
And she riding on me
Don't like attention, I black out the
Windows then slide with extendos
We riding lowkey
Niggas be broke and plotting on me
Niggas be fake so watch your homies
I can't even lie, I'd rather be lonely
In a whip with a bitch, i watch her dome me
Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter
You let a nigga done die with your brother
Bitches ain't shit, won't ride for another
Now I ain't shit, I lie, say I love her
Bitches ain't shit, I lie and say I love her
I can't cut ties with the butter
That leave you upset when you love 'em
I say fuck that, just gun 'em, down

Bad bitch and a mistress
Know my main bitch having misfit's
Lane-switch when I ride
It's raining outside
I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga
Tick tick, Richard Mille
That's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause
You a fucking lame and
That's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan
Know I'm the fucking man
Ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan
I know it smell like weed
But I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick
Then baby won't get it

I don't really sing, that's cap, I rap
But they say that I do so
I tell 'em like fuck it
I take a bitch to McDonald's and tell her to
Get what she want and she better McLove it
If she ask my name, I'll tell her McLovin
I don't make love, a nigga be fucking
She don't suck dick, a nigga won't bust
She got on Michael Kors and I don't trust
I'ma be nasty, be disgusting
Still ride with the gang, gang
Free them boys out the chain gang
They ain't lost shit but
They still tryna maintain
I'm a bad boy causing ruckus, uh
Bro still tryna slang cane
Fuck bad bitches, get money
Better know the game, mane

Bad bitch and a mistress
Know my main bitch having misfit's
Lane-switch when I ride
It's raining outside
I hope I don't hit shit
I'm a time bomb, nigga
Tick tick, Richard Mille
That's some rich shit
Fuck a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause
You a fucking lame and
That's some bitch shit
Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan
Know I'm the fucking man
Ain't gotta tell it
Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan
I know it smell like weed
But I don't sell it
But still get a pack in and I mail it
I be on trap shit with three tellies
I bring a bad bitch to the telly
She don't ask for the dick
Then baby won't get it