Tick Tock ScHoolboy Q

[Hook]
Tick tick, tock tock
This is for my niggas on the Fig Fig block-block
51st street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont
Busta ass niggas get their shit-shit pop-pop
Hey hey

[Verse 1]
9 hours passed, stuck in the ground, still eat
Creeping, hiding from the cops [?] your squeek
Tried to shake 'em off 'til them siren lights blink
Floyd bailed me out so I'm out the next week
Put my tail on the beat then I'm back to the streets
Black Chuck's astro, being fly as can be
My gun in my reach, beef ready to feast
And the lyrics like a priest, they ready to preach
I continue on the saga, keep my lady friends on Prada
Hoes never liked to bother, now they beg for the ménage
Flow so proper, get the buzz like Vodka
Got her to the crib, better dub then I knock her
Death before dishonor, my loyalty in marijuana
Puff puff pass, get your mind of the drama
Try to stay away from snitches, grimey hoes and bitches
Good girls to misses, let's enjoy the riches

[Hook]