RAWFREESTYLEWITHFRIENDS

(Hook)
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick
Young lost boys, I rep my set
Boofboiicy, slimin slaat
More like Thugga, I go blaat
Tryna cross the line with me, make his body do a flip
Bout to call my cous on you, boy his choppa go blaat. (Blaat, Blaat, Blaat)
(Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

(Verse)
Guap, Guap, Guap, Guap
No flock
Gun I keep it tucked
I don't trust alot, you know how I rock

My nigga, watch yourself, uzi hurt
Grab it from the shelf, put that shit into work
Always by myself, walking through hell
Protect my self with shelves, I don't need no help

Catch me in these motherfuckin' black number nines
Rocking dirty Air Force One's, they be number 9's
Shawty say that the she love me, man that girl be lying!
You think she's a 10, she can't touch a 5. (S/O Warhol)

(Hook)
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick
Young lost boys, I rep my set
Boofboiicy, slimin slaat
More like Thugga, I go blaat
Tryna cross the line with me, make his body do a flip
Bout to call my cous on you, boy his choppa go blaat