Sawcy Dogé - TIC TOC (feat. D Dxny)

Shit

Reading scripture, reminiscing
How I could've been a preacher
Been a sinner, those are facts
Chasing paper, counting stacks
Now we running through your trap house
Cash in, Nigga, Cash out
Shots fired, only head shots

Rapid fire make you dance
Drive-by in a fucking limo
Trigger fingers in my team though
Niggas are bilingual
"N'Na Bunduki", that is stick talk

Skinny nigga, full equipped
12 gauge with the stick, 12 gauge with the dick
But I'm nice like the beat
Sawce you up, to this beat
'D Dxny, Sawcy Dogé'
Staunching up, on this beat

Best believe we MC
Best believe niggas kill
Getting money, tax free
Cruising on my Cush, Sexy Sandy on repeat

Let a young nigga preach
Let a young nigga teach
Nah nigga
Let a young nigga do the Dougie
While you watch a young nigga get rich
Haaa, True
Let a young nigga do the Dougie
While you watch a young nigga get rich
Haaa

Tic Toc, Stick Talk
My Stick Talk, Head Shots
Stay Staunch or get Popped
Trigger Finger, Quick Shots
Shooter from the East Coast
Bar for Bar, I'm Lethal
Flexing like a Big Shot
Rapid Fire with my Bars
Then I'm Staunching with my Words
Hitting Harder than a fucking Draco
Ride Waves not Birds
Haters salty like a grain of sea salt
Then she teasing with her Curves
Hitting Harder with my fucking Dick Stroke

Lean with a gun like Russ, (lean)
They ain't got bars like us
Won't hesitate to clock it back
Aim at your head and buss (pah)
Buss it off, buss it off, I'll do that shit, no shaken
These pussios they make me sick
Call em haram like bacon
Fuck (shh shh shh)
I'll take that trip and...
Ain't got no love for you zobas
Y'all barked up the wrong tree
Not once, did I see a status on yall page saying 'Free Me'
But trust, it's cool
Just keep that same energy when I slide around with my tool
I won't let you pussies slide, y'all won't take me for a fool
Gun shot, to the chest, have blood mixed in with your drool
Then I'll stand over the top of ya and show you what's cruel
Then I'll put that shiv to ya neck, push, dip and then twist it
Open up your stomach, grab your insides and then flip it
Leave your body blue, but I ain't talkin' bout no crippin
Someone get me a crown, I'm the new king of Dippen
'D Dxny'

Tic Toc, Stick Talk
My Stick Talk, Head Shots
Stay Staunch or get Popped
Trigger Finger, Quick Shots
Shooter from the East Coast
Bar for Bar, I'm Lethal
Flexing like a Big Shot
Rapid Fire with my Bars
Then I'm Staunching with my Words
Hitting Harder than a fucking Draco
Ride Waves not Birds
Haters salty like a grain of sea salt
Then she teasing with her Curves
Hitting Harder with my fucking Dick Stroke

Hitting harder with my fucking dick stroke
Said, I'm hitting harder with my fucking dick stroke

Expose the snakes, No loyalty
They love to hate, for the fuck of it
Damn, Niggas is crazy
Double dipping on the sly
Switching, switching, cliques, teams
Reppin' this , Reppin' that

Only two-face I admire, Harvey Dent, wired
Nigga really had bipolar, but he stayed staunch
Even led the team, cosy in his skin, throw in D.I.D

What I mean, you must be cray
Copping losses, different ways
Paranoia, different ways
You a snake, two-face ways

Nigga really had bipolar, but he stayed staunch
Nigga you a gonna, you a lost cause
Smoking marijuana that you can't afford

Shit

Tic Toc, Stick Talk
My Stick Talk, Head Shots
Stay Staunch or get Popped
Trigger Finger, Quick Shots
Shooter from the East Coast

Nigga

Written by:
David Mundele, Hudson Kungu

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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