Toosii - tic tic lyrics

[Intro] (Pyroman) (Ayy, Rvssian) [Chorus] Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t I'm a time bomb, ni**a, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t fu*k a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fu*king lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fu*king 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 sh*t with three tellies I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it [Verse 1] 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 ni**as be broke and plotting on me ni**as be fake so watch your homies I can't even lie, I'd rather be lonely in a whip with a b*tch, I watch her dome me Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter You let a ni**a done die with your 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 lie and say I love her I can't cut ties with the bu*ter That leave you upset when you love 'em I say fu*k that, just gun 'em, down [Chorus] Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t I'm a time bomb, ni**a, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t fu*k a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fu*king lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fu*king 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 sh*t with three tellies I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it [Verse 2] I don't really 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 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 ni**a be fu*king She don't su*k dick, a ni**a 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 sh*t but they still tryna maintain I'm a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang cane fu*k bad b*tches, get money, better know the game, mane [Chorus] Bad b*tch and a mistress, know my main b*tch having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit sh*t I'm a time bomb, ni**a, tick tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich sh*t fu*k a ho and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a fu*king lame and that's some b*tch sh*t Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the fu*king 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 sh*t with three tellies I bring a bad b*tch to the telly, she don't ask for the dick, then baby won't get it