Tic Tac Songtext
von Future & Lil Uzi Vert
Tic Tac Songtext
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac
VVS diamonds and you know they gon′ hit back
S.I diamonds, yeah, you need to give your wrist back
Wet up the opps, now that boy want his clip back
Dropped his - in the field, want his stick back
Ever shot a - 'til that motherf- click back
Ever got high off a d- called get back
Came with the d- and it got a lotta kickback
Better duck ya melon 'cause my boy might split that
Got your mama screamin′ out there, oh my word (oh my word)
They done put your motherf- brains on the curb, yeah (on the curb)
I ain′t do it personally, but this shit still my word (still my word)
Even at your funeral, not fresher than a bird (brr, bird)
I'm way fresher than you even if I roll in dirt (yeah)
Fertilizer, I′m the sh-, make you one with the Earth (Earth)
I can feel the - when I smoke the herb (yeah)
Wonder how my ex feel, she should've been a nurse (yeah)
Different color - look like a box of Nerds (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I still want first place if I′m in third (uh-huh, phew, phew)
I've been rubbin′ on this b- skin just like it's Jergens (yeah)
She let me f- that p- for free like she ain't workin′ (like she ain′t workin')
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (Ooh)
My b- bad so I gave her that Lamb′ truck
Your b- a ho, so I f- with my pants up
Pull up in the Rolls truck, I'm tryna do donuts
Goin' bi-coastal, you n- too local
My dawgs on a poster, the - at the holster
My dawg gon′ smoke ya, he already want it
You treat me like -, just know I′m anointed
I can't see my cup and I can′t see no opponent
Went bought her that Patek, it's coming in yellow
I ball like Carmelo, the Royce Roc-A-Fella
I′m movin' real mellow, but movin′ with hollows
I'm purchasin' models, I′m purchasin′ bottles
From down south of France, this one from Monte Carlo
The Richard, the Presi', no, this not Movado
You b- too petty, you didn′t hit the lotto
You should've got more, but you got what you swallowed, ha
I done took a point-blank range at a thot-thot
Made her suck the -, right on the spot-spot
Tore them b- up, might as well be a chop-shop
Told her she can no longer shop at Topshop
Chanaynaynay and Balmain on a bop-bop
Drippin′ and spillin', b-, you better bring a mop-mop
I just killed a cat on the street, that my word (oh my word)
Hoppin′ out the 'Rari, sittin' lower than the curb (yeah, on the curb)
Ever since I got rich, I′m trickin′ in with Vert (still my word)
Took lil' b- shoppin′ at the mall, spent a bird (in the 'burb)
Ninety thou′ for a brick - off of shurbs (yeah)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin′ cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac
VVS diamonds and you know they gon′ hit back
S.I diamonds, yeah, you need to give your wrist back
Wet up the opps, now that boy want his clip back
Dropped his - in the field, want his stick back
Ever shot a - 'til that motherf- click back
Ever got high off a d- called get back
Came with the d- and it got a lotta kickback
Better duck ya melon 'cause my boy might split that
Got your mama screamin′ out there, oh my word (oh my word)
They done put your motherf- brains on the curb, yeah (on the curb)
I ain′t do it personally, but this shit still my word (still my word)
Even at your funeral, not fresher than a bird (brr, bird)
I'm way fresher than you even if I roll in dirt (yeah)
Fertilizer, I′m the sh-, make you one with the Earth (Earth)
I can feel the - when I smoke the herb (yeah)
Wonder how my ex feel, she should've been a nurse (yeah)
Different color - look like a box of Nerds (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I still want first place if I′m in third (uh-huh, phew, phew)
I've been rubbin′ on this b- skin just like it's Jergens (yeah)
She let me f- that p- for free like she ain't workin′ (like she ain′t workin')
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I′m tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (Ooh)
My b- bad so I gave her that Lamb′ truck
Your b- a ho, so I f- with my pants up
Pull up in the Rolls truck, I'm tryna do donuts
Goin' bi-coastal, you n- too local
My dawgs on a poster, the - at the holster
My dawg gon′ smoke ya, he already want it
You treat me like -, just know I′m anointed
I can't see my cup and I can′t see no opponent
Went bought her that Patek, it's coming in yellow
I ball like Carmelo, the Royce Roc-A-Fella
I′m movin' real mellow, but movin′ with hollows
I'm purchasin' models, I′m purchasin′ bottles
From down south of France, this one from Monte Carlo
The Richard, the Presi', no, this not Movado
You b- too petty, you didn′t hit the lotto
You should've got more, but you got what you swallowed, ha
I done took a point-blank range at a thot-thot
Made her suck the -, right on the spot-spot
Tore them b- up, might as well be a chop-shop
Told her she can no longer shop at Topshop
Chanaynaynay and Balmain on a bop-bop
Drippin′ and spillin', b-, you better bring a mop-mop
I just killed a cat on the street, that my word (oh my word)
Hoppin′ out the 'Rari, sittin' lower than the curb (yeah, on the curb)
Ever since I got rich, I′m trickin′ in with Vert (still my word)
Took lil' b- shoppin′ at the mall, spent a bird (in the 'burb)
Ninety thou′ for a brick - off of shurbs (yeah)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin′ cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat
Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat
Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Symere Woods, Brandon Terrell Veal, Marvin Warren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com