King Toosii - tic tic lyrics

Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' 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'll mail it I be on trap sh*t with three telly's I bring a bad b*tch 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 and some weed and she riding on me Don't like attention I black out the windows then slide with extendos be riding lowkey ni**as be broke and plottin' on me ni**as be fake so watch yo homies I can't even lie I rather be lonely in a whip with a b*tch I watch her dome me Whip matte black ride with the cutter You love that ni**a then die with ya brother b*tches ain't sh*t won't ride for another Now I ain't sh*t I lie say I love her b*tches ain't sh*t I lied say I love her I can't cut ties with the bu*ter They leave you upset when you love 'em I say fu*k that just gun 'em, down Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' 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'll mail it I be on trap sh*t with three telly's I bring a bad b*tch to the telly She don't ask for the dick then baby won't get it I only sing, that's cap I rap but they say that I do so I tell 'em like fu*k it I take a b*tch to McDonalds and tell her to get what she want and she better McLoveit If she ask my name I tell her McLovin' I don't make love a ni**a be fu*kin' She don't su*k dick a ni**a won't bust it She got a Michael Kors then I don't trust it Uh be nasty be disgusting Still ride with the gang gang Free them boys out the chain gang They ain't lost sh*t but they still tryna maintain I'ma bad boy causing ruckus Bro still tryna slang cane fu*k bad b*tches and get money better know the gang name Bad b*tch and a mistress now my main b*tch having misfits Lane switch when I ride it's raining outside I hope don't hit sh*t I'ma time bomb ni**a tic tic Richard Mille that's some rich sh*t fu*k a hoe and you gon tell the gang cause you a fu*kin' lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim feel like Dapper Dan know I'm the fu*kin' 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'll mail it I be on trap sh*t with three telly's I bring a bad b*tch to the telly She don't ask for the dick then baby won't get it