| Tick tock, man’s tip top
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| The fed’s rolled up, they got tipped off (snitches)
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| The door came off, it got kicked off
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| Man’s pit stopped, shout Fix Dot
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| You punk’s can’t fill a man’s big socks
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| Fat pussy rubbing on a man’s dick top
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| Rottweilers commands big dogs
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| Jog your memory, that’s a wig job
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| Fuck these niggas, yeah they doubled up
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| Man’ll double bust the niggas then we double clutch
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| Big toys, rubber ducks
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| Yeah that ugly motherfucker gotten bloodied up
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| These youths getting muddled up, cause I fresh E dug it up
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| Knew that a crip was getting dropped when I dug it up
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| Guess all the niggas in the trap weigh them druggies up
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| Smash all you futilies of rap and you doubled up
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| Tick tock, tick tock (x3)
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| Tick tock, man’s tip top
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| Tick tock, tick tock (x3)
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| Tick tock, man’s tip top
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| Tick tock, yeah the clock’s ticking
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| Make your block jump when the Glock’s spitting
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| And now the other nigga’s standing on the block with him
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| He’s with the director for a box fitting
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| Soft little niggas get dropped with him
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| Macs ring-a-ding and non-stop rigging
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| But the strap got all sticky, wouldn’t stop clicking
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| If you hold this shit up it would stop sticking
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| Take them watches off
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| Lay them watches flat
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| Want them pockets empty where the profits at
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| Niggas ain’t sleeping but where them coffees at
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| Running up the steps nigga Rocky’s back
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| My nigga Jud wherever Foss is at
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| My nigga Rocks, I’ma posse that
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| Coming to America on my Joffy Jaff
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| Got that blueprint flow for a copy cat |