Ticking Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Clocks ticking

Glock gripping

I'm pimpin, all across the area

Don't what's scarier

My glock, nine, or the way I bury ya

I'm playin, cuz a rhyme slayer

My dimes way up

Y'all need vising, cuz y'all can't see the vision

I need shades, cuz these rays very vivid

Nappy-headed, had a mama and a daddy

In the city of the country everyone was chasing Fetty

New to the block, just 7

Now they was 11, asking me questions

Ask me was I blood or Crip

I got blue on, that denim two tone

So got busted up in my lip

I was boolin after then

Had to loose it in the end

Project kids new shit was scary

Big homie indoctrinate, now its bricks that he carry

Mans got a lot on his plate, getting reckless of late

Scaring mama and the baby, moving out the shit

Clocks ticking

Glock gripping

I'm pimpin, all across the area

Don't what's scarier

My glock, nine, or the way I bury ya

I'm playin, cuz a rhyme slayer

My dimes way up

Yeah

Y'all need vising, cuz y'all can't see the vision

I need shades, cuz these rays very vivid

I'm so livid, with the way that I been living

Want the limited edition, on my wrist and

Fake friends, never be a problem, I'ma off em

But don't off ya

Cool vibes really what I offer

And being silly wit the willy on ya daughter