Chris K H - Tic Tac Toe (feat. Big Stund & Tae Roads)

You cannot cross this tic tac toe
No I stay on point with a big bad flow
But I switch this thing so you can’t follow
Lookin like I'm staying in apartments with no rent
Cuz I'm rapping no trapping
You "rappers" yapping and yapping
I'm sitting rapping and reading yo hate and delete it
Wait
I don’t get negativity
Y’all too scared
You cannot cross this tic tac toe
No I stay on point with a big bad flow
But I switch this thing so you can’t follow
Lookin like I'm staying in apartments with no rent
Cuz I'm rapping no trapping
You "rappers" rapping and yapping
I'm sitting rapping and laughing
I’ll put a cap in yo captain
Ain’t no capping its action
Im actually in the field
Actually it is real
Actually I'ma kill
Sike
But I might fight you like Ty
So son don’t try
I’ma keep that peace
So don’t break it please
If you keep it cool
I'ma keep my breeze
Yeah but it ain’t no thing to me
I’m really illy with a flow
Call me genie like Willy
Im really with it
I’m ready to go and get it
I’m ready I’m really faded
I’m spitting it medicated
I pray that I be the greatest up
Let it breathe
They can’t see that I’m in it
I’m finna win it
I’m bringing the pen
I been in the field
I been with the real
I’m bringing it still
I’m still popping these pills
Man I’m a lyrical body and I just cannot be killed
But I’m going and flowing
I’m really walking it, talking it
Milly rocking it, rocking it
To the tippity top of it
Real ain’t no way we stopping it
Tell the cops that we chopping it
Cuz I’m probably off of it
What
Then I
Think back
When I was in a pickle
God kept me right up in the middle
Look at me now I drizzle
Baby come round with the windows down
Going 80 on the street feel the drizzle
Put in my work
Best believe I got drip
Ain’t talking bout jewels
No this thing all skill
Yeah I’m off of that rip
Yeah
Damn
They got me I’m rapping
Big Stund get it done
So what’s happening
I was slipping and sliding
In the trenches
All over twitter so I’m stuck in these mentions
And I swing for the fence that’s some real shit
Went from a penny to a bag real quick
And I pray every night that y’all feel this
They was saying “aw man why’d you kill this”
Coming in at 110
Bad bitches and the water on a nigga like a fin.
I could swim in a deposit
Slippin, I'ma clip it at ya noggin
I Peter piper pick a nigga pockets
I got a bag
Dropped at the top from bottom
I ain’t got a lotta friends, I ain’t got a lotta problems
On her knees cause da cheese like ricotta
Thats ya baby & ya baby mama chillin at la casa
Think back
When I was in a pickle
God kept me right up in the middle
Look at me now I drizzle
Baby come round with the windows down
Going 80 on the street feel the drizzle
Put in my work
Best believe I got drip
Ain’t talking bout jewels
No this thing all skill
Yeah I’m off of that rip
Yeah
Chris K H
Big Stund
Riches to Roads
They call me Roads

Written by:
Christian Hernandez, Deonte Jackson, Noah Hernandez

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