Bob Waist - tictac Lyrics

Boy, you stealing style, boy you stealing swag
Boy, get off your ass, boy go get a bag
She wan' f*ck with me, 'cause I pop them tags
I'm like, yeah, I'm like, yeah

Bitch, I'm fresh as hell, I'm like a tic-tac, ay, yeah
Woke up in the city, don't know what I said, ay, yeah
I'm like "f*ck the jewelry," I'm like "f*ck your man", hey, yeah
Bitch, I'm fresh as hell, I'm that f*ckin' man, ay, yeah
Ask about me, ask about me in my ends, yeah, ay
Ask about me, about me in the met
He wan' talk down on the boy, then you know that he's a threat
I might talk all of my shit, Kev just might pop him in his chest
I don't f*ckin' rock with you bruh, I don't care, you ain't a threat
Word to Dinero Zay, I swear to god, that I'm up next
I just pulled up in the city, f*cked your hoe just cause I can
I'm a pretty young boy, catch me up in my ends
I just, feel like Drake 'cause I f*ckin' flipped a switch