(JB on the beat)
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
The time keeps flyin', the opps ain't slidin', glidin', ridin'
Tryna get back for the friend that's dyin' (Friend that's)
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
'Cah it's all 'bout timin', us man seek what them man's hidin'
Hidin', hidin', how many opp boys blacked from the iron?
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
They locked them locks, can't stop them clocks
Remember that time when we caught that rapper?
Dirty capper, he splattered him up
Here's a little broski washed this shot
Then got the same treatment, oh gosh
We throw Lixs up, three L's on the wok
Free up my brothers, I miss 'em a lot
You ain't never looked to your little bro's eyes
And prayed to Allah he don't live this life
Age ain't a thing, it ain't nuttin' 'bout a number
I love all my brothers from knee height
It's been nearly a decade, we're all outside
Every day from mornin' to night
If it's not Lil A then it's on Tiny
Or I had vioed, eye his line
We aim up high, but don't let that sky
That's for the opp boys, can't slide with knifes
Cross that borderline, we rise up bine
How many guys got fried? Shoulda died
Broski clocked 'em, back that, tap that, slap that
Just missed my man's snap back
Coulda been, woulda been hashtag
's headtop shoulda been circumcised
How many times? That's numerous glides
How many knifes on how many guys?
How many victims? How many snitches?
But the askar still ??? indict
And I'll do it again
Everyone knows we'll do it again
We already know that rhyme's a one sec'
Let me just switch and pattern the style
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
The time keeps flyin', the opps ain't slidin', glidin', ridin'
Tryna get back for the friend that's dyin' (Get back for the friend that's dyin')
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
'Cah it's all 'bout timin', us man seek what them man's hidin'
Hidin', hidin', how many opp boys blacked from the iron?
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
They locked them locks, can't stop them clocks
Remember that time when we caught that rapper?
Dirty capper, he splattered him up
Here's a little broski washed this shot
Then got the same treatment, oh gosh
We throw Lixs up, three L's on the wok
Free up my brothers, I miss 'em a lot
When the times got tough, I had to pull up on socks
The hot's on E while our car's on D
And that's why the opps keep switchin' spots
From the same ride out, 5 different block
Nuttin' but bang when we let that clean
Now, there's a crime scene, what a brilliant job
But the GBG beat the opps in problems
How many opp boys slain and bleed?
Free M6, you know that's broski
If it weren't him, it was definitely P
You already know my ones is stolen
Bally on face with the dirty pokin'
You already know that's me and my broski
'021, bare Oz was token
Hop out the cut, they panic when they notice
Better get to know why we throw T's up
Warnin', don't get bun and then spleeshed up
For some of that internet tappin' your bro did
I ain't lookin' for love, just leavin'
Me and bro box, bare back that beater
I ain't talkin' 'bout no jezzy badina
That's bare prints on the .8 millimeter
We step with leanin', give us a reason
We step with meanin', give us a reason
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
The time keeps flyin', the opps ain't slidin', glidin', ridin'
Tryna get back for the friend that's dyin' (Get back for the friend that's dyin')
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
'Cah it's all 'bout timin', us man seek what them man's hidin'
Hidin', hidin', how many opp boys blacked from the iron?
Tik Tok, Tik Tok
They locked them locks, can't stop them clocks
Remember that time when we caught that rapper?
Dirty capper, he splattered him up
Here's a little broski washed this shot
Then got the same treatment, oh gosh
We throw Lixs up, three L's on the wok
Free up my brothers, I miss 'em a lot
Free up my brothers, I miss 'em a lot
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