Denver Late - Tic Tac Toe

Tic tac toe, I got all my exes in line
Money kinda straight but I want more in time
I just fucking got some
Yeah, baby I got some
Pull up on ya’ mans
He play dead like a possum
Tired of the people who say that they got me
Nah, you don’t have me, leave that to the posse
I know one day, I’ll drive a Ferrari
But for now I’m a wave through the city like tsunamis
Like how the hell we do this?
We’ve come far, unexpected
At least that’s what they say
This whole time I expect it
They used to not respect it
Now my music on their checklist
Boy meant if he said that
And they know that
I don’t hold back on tracks
Put my heart into this shit
At the mic I throw that
Need some liquor and a notepad
Not the type to fold back
Swear to god, no cap, no cap
Aye
I don’t know, I don’t know
Watch ‘em fall like dominos
From Hartwell not Hollywood
And damn sure not Hollygrove
But I think I’m onto something
Jot my story down and
All the people, they love it and
Tic tac toe, I got all my exes in line
Money kinda straight but I want more in time
I just fucking got some
Yeah, baby I got some
Pull up on ya’ mans
He play dead like a possum
Aye, aye, get, get another, get another drink, yeah
I need a, hold up
Yeah, that one
They used to look away, now they be starin’
Me and the game are about to get married
Way back then, I used to be embarrassed
But now I’m not carin’
I used to wonder how my haters feel
And now it’s apparent
Think that it hurts
And I go to work whenever it works
For me first
Bitches on my dick, yo’ bitch is bad
But my bitch is worse
My outfit bezerk
People, they lurk but they’re on my turf
My ex girl waved at me the other day
And I had to surf
Get what I deserve ‘cause I know the tech
People, they know me, we ain’t even met
Hop on the train or you gon’ get left
Cash on deck like it was a bet
I am a dog, these hoes are some bones
They throwin’ that ass, I call it a fetch
She tryna cuff me, I call it a pet
I turn the studio into a fest, yeah
How do you feel? That’s what they ask
I’m feelin’ good, I’m havin’ a blast
I’m eatin’ good, I’m gettin’ some ass
2 AM, full tank of gas
I live in the present, fuck the past
We used to want it, we got it at last
Now we got it at last
I get it, I split it with my folks
Fuck with the dogs and you might go
If you know me then you know that I’m ice cold
Hot as hell, but the sky snows, aye
Can’t see me like a blindfold
If you step to me you on a tightrope
And if a bitch hit me with the eye roll
Tic tac toe, I got all my exes in line
Money kinda straight but I want more in time
I just fucking got some
Yeah, baby I got some
Pull up on ya’ mans
He play dead like a possum

Written by:
Denver Forbes

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