Lyrics Tik Tik Tik - JetsonMade, Yung Bans

Tik Tik Tik

Pooh, you a fool for this
Yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Wanna lick all on this dick (Yeah)
Look at this Rollie on my wrist, wrist
It don’t tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (Tick)
And I know they gettin' money
But they ain’t gettin' to it like this (To it like this)
Kill a nigga whole gang
But we ain’t tryna go to prison
They want that old Bans back
They want me on that dumb shit
How the fuck I catch a murder?
I ain’t even touch the nigga
Yeah, I got murder on my mind
Yeah, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
This time got murder on my mind
I feel like Hercu-, Hercu-, Hercules
Niggas wanna murder me
Demons in my ear, they talkin' to me, sound like Turtle Beach
Havin' good steak, young niggas, know they’ve heard of me
Take a nigga main, she wanna fuck me for a Birkin, please
All my shoes say double C’s
I was just broke with nothin' to eat
Catch 'em down bad, pop top
Pow, watch 'em bleed
Gettin' to the guap, I’m with this lil' hoe, she on lock (Yeah)
When I was on the block I had the dope all in my sock (Yeah)
Straight out the jungle (Oh, ah)
Ready to rumble (Yeah)
The chopper snub him (Yeah)
Pull out and rub him (Ooh)
Long live T-Money, he was shooting at the police, shit
All my niggas hurt, though they really on that greedy shit
Fuck this bitch, I send her home
Really, I don’t need a bitch
All she want is money, I got plenty, I’ll spend it quick
Where these hoes was at when I was out here down bad on my dick?
Hundred thousand on my wrist
VVS’s, watch they drip
All my niggas killers, and they with it, I can’t let 'em slip
Go ahead, choose your side
You really with me, gotta take your pick
Foh, foh, foh, nigga, you hear that
Only got one life, you can’t get back
Better stop flexing like you gangsta, know you ain’t near that
We gon' leave your ass stanking, we the shit bag (Woo woo)
She wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick
Wanna lick all on this dick (Let's go)
Look at this Rollie on my wrist, wrist
It don’t tick, tick, tick, tick, tick (Yeah)
And I know they gettin' money
But they ain’t gettin' to it like this (To it like this)
Kill a nigga whole gang
But we ain’t try’na go to prison
They want that old Bans back
They want me on that dumb shit (On that dumb shit)
How the fuck I catch a murder?
I ain’t even touch the nigga
Yeah, I got murder on my mind
Yeah, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
This time got murder on my mind