Tick Tok by Carlos louw Lyrics
Okay tick tok
Why the fuck y’all
Looking At my wrist watch
You niggas be mad that you
Ain’t lit as us
Niggas fake as fuck
They tryna fuck with us
Bands on bands
All week
I had to boss up real quick
Childhood Trauma
Got me feeling pain
Niggas look at me
I ain’t the same
She ain’t use to fuck with a nigga
Back then ,now she all on me
Like bitch I ain’t your friend
Gang shit ,bang shit
Knockin off yo brain quick
What the fuck you saying bitch
Glocks out we sprayin bitch
Yeah we spraying bitch
7405 be the gang bitch
Catch that Nigga on live ,what he sayin
Bitch
Yeah
7405 be the gang bitch
Yeah
We outside and you know that the gang lit
The gang lit
Drippin in Balenciaga
Why the fuck y’all saying A Kuna Matata
She wanna go again told her
I’m fucking her friend
I’ll call you later uh
Smokin a bag in my room Niggas
Don’t know me they just assume
Big hеad going crazy
Niggas fake they amaze mе
Started this shit not long ago
Now a nigga going crazy
They watchin me
They copy me
They can’t even do it properly
Yeah I’m fuckin that bitch in the Telly
Uh
I’m puttin some dick in her belly
They see me Swerving down town
Ranger rover
That’s how I get around
You dig
I was broke now I’m doing it big
Haters better sit down
Okay tick tok
Why the fuck y’all
Looking At my wrist watch
You niggas be mad that you
Ain’t lit as us
Niggas fake as fuck
They tryna fuck with us
Bands on bands
All week
I had to boss up real quick
Why the fuck y’all
Looking At my wrist watch
You niggas be mad that you
Ain’t lit as us
Niggas fake as fuck
They tryna fuck with us
Bands on bands
All week
I had to boss up real quick
Childhood Trauma
Got me feeling pain
Niggas look at me
I ain’t the same
She ain’t use to fuck with a nigga
Back then ,now she all on me
Like bitch I ain’t your friend
Gang shit ,bang shit
Knockin off yo brain quick
What the fuck you saying bitch
Glocks out we sprayin bitch
Yeah we spraying bitch
7405 be the gang bitch
Catch that Nigga on live ,what he sayin
Bitch
Yeah
7405 be the gang bitch
Yeah
We outside and you know that the gang lit
The gang lit
Drippin in Balenciaga
Why the fuck y’all saying A Kuna Matata
She wanna go again told her
I’m fucking her friend
I’ll call you later uh
Smokin a bag in my room Niggas
Don’t know me they just assume
Big hеad going crazy
Niggas fake they amaze mе
Started this shit not long ago
Now a nigga going crazy
They watchin me
They copy me
They can’t even do it properly
Yeah I’m fuckin that bitch in the Telly
Uh
I’m puttin some dick in her belly
They see me Swerving down town
Ranger rover
That’s how I get around
You dig
I was broke now I’m doing it big
Haters better sit down
Okay tick tok
Why the fuck y’all
Looking At my wrist watch
You niggas be mad that you
Ain’t lit as us
Niggas fake as fuck
They tryna fuck with us
Bands on bands
All week
I had to boss up real quick