Tic Tic Boom - Run It Back

Let me spit on this track keep it realistic
Made some many moves, with so many grooves
Crazy shit just happen and you missed it
Bitch got attitude acting all ballistic
I said bitch who you talking to, and then I ditch it
Racks at the finish and we'll pull the mission
All the homies be balling off the commision
Bitch told me her problem I didn't say I'll listen
Told her to get down give me top and no ain't we kissin
Damn right, can't have the homie stepping outta line
If he do we'll drop the rat and tell the popo that they lyin
We sniffin all day cuz we never pass on a line
Cop the bitch, cuz we were taught to never pass on a dime
Spit on a beat so fine, my the rhythm going like my flow it don't decline
Too much heat on the beat, with these crazy rhymes
Too much heat on the street, it's some crazy times

Talking that action time to run it back
I see you tryna flex, but where the racks
We don't hate on a bitch we only spit the facts
Respect to the OG for passing down the mac
Realest playa on the streets I don't talk to rats
Squad gon pull up, to have my back
Now tell me bitch when you gon run it back
I said tell me bitch when you gon run it back

I see you my brodie in the same position
While we going up, some crazy elevation
Teach what you preach you never did admit it
That's why your bitch at my pad giving good top, got me trippin
Pour up a cup of lean and I'm sippin
I'm MJ from the 95 bulls, with no Rodman no Pippen
You see bitch you try, I floss a bitch with some form fashion nova online
Cruse on a beat so smooth
Spit so aggressive haters be like Tic Tic Boom, why you so rude
Had one bad bitch drop her and now I got two
I put ice on the bitch with some Gucci shoes
Regular dudes get head in the room
I get top in the coop on my way to the booth
She sucking with commitment, that shit is true
After the top got bitch looking like she showered in glue
She putting work in the gym, on the glutes
Take her to a party and then she throw it back like a fool
Ass got me trippin, like I'm trippin on acid
When I preview my songs, she sit on my lap and tell me it's a classic
She hear the bars then wants the pipe she can have it
She very good girl with some bad habits
She a bad bitch, she a savage
You other homies wish you can have it

Talking that action time to run it back
I see you tryna flexing, but where the racks
We don't hate on a bitch only spit the facts
Respect to the OG for passing down the mac
Realest playa on the streets I don't talk to rats
Squad gon pull up, to have my back
Now tell me bitch when you gon run it back
I said tell me bitch when you gon run it back

Y'all mfs don't know what I'm about
You making the moves you make only for the clout
I'm a wild man, grew up in the hood
Now I work a white collar, but still sell drugs
Never had to flex where a homie came from
You ain't on this level, we'll never be the same son
Speaking to yall is a waste of my time
Rapping on this beat, clueless like I'm blind

Your bitch basic mine exotic she drip holy water, that pussy divine
If you can hit, hit boy I ain't lying, one stroke in the bitch she got you hypnotized
We climbing up the ladder, so damn high we ain't smoking on no shatter
The higher we go, yeah the bitches get badder
Got me like I gave that bitch dick, shoulda never had her
Y'all mad cuz its facts
Fucked with yall in the old days, but in my prime I'd be like hoe take lap
Electric on a beat don't put it on full blast
Shit give you a heart attack, and make you relapse
Bars solid this the new rap, no disrespect to the greats of the past
Might as well quote me on that, now move on back and bitch run the cash
Tic Tic Boom

Written by:
Nehaal Prasad

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