Tick Tock ZO (Lonzo Ball) (Ft. G Honcho)
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[Verse 1: G Honcho]
As a youngin, pops had me doing pull-ups, got me big as fuck
Touch my nigga ZO2 or Melo, I'ma fuck you up
Nothing sweet, nigga got a problem, leave it up to G
Know my 'fit from head to toe, all my shit say triple-B
Shit ain't nice, they think I lived in a mansion my whole life
Why you niggas actin' like you know me and we grew up tight?
What you know 'bout runnin' hills and hoopin', nigga, day and night?
My pops told me and my brothers, "This that shit that gets you right"
Since a youngin, always went and did what they ain't wanna do
Now look at me, twenty years old rockin' my own fuckin' shoe
It got 'em sick
Niggas hatin', be like, "Oh, he grew up rich"
But nah, bitch, it took some time just like this Rollie on my wrist
[Chorus: ZO]
Yeah, new forty-one millimeter my timeclock
Diamonds jump out the face just like hopscotch
We turn nothing into something like voila
YSL jacket, had to paint that tie-dye
Kick my game like I play FIFA
Everybody around me a boss, we equal
Leave out my closet, fly like an eagle
Get like us, lil' bro, let me teach you
[Verse 2: ZO]
ZO2 kinda nice
Haters steaming like some rice
They be putting up a fight
And they numbers looking right
But we shooting at some knives
Told you once, won't say it twice
Fix your face, you look surprised
You know the devil a lie
And if she look good, he disguise
No, I don't need me a ride
I'm in the Demon
You hear the engine, it's screaming
Hit the brakes and then that bitch get to leaning
Spitting this crack and I got 'em all fiending
Stay with three B's 'cause my people, they need me
Big Baller Brand, I'm the man
Know we sticking to the plan
Popping bottles, spendin' bands
ZO2 cost a grand
Brought it down for my fans
What's a beach without the sand?
Ballin' hard and you can't stop me
Board the PJ, dap the pilot
I be running up a check
You run your mouth, got the same mileage
Ignore the hate and keep it solid
You know the flow is in pocket
Louis duffel match the wallet
Whip is so big, I need help just to park it
Make it happen while them people just talking
As a youngin, pops had me doing pull-ups, got me big as fuck
Touch my nigga ZO2 or Melo, I'ma fuck you up
Nothing sweet, nigga got a problem, leave it up to G
Know my 'fit from head to toe, all my shit say triple-B
Shit ain't nice, they think I lived in a mansion my whole life
Why you niggas actin' like you know me and we grew up tight?
What you know 'bout runnin' hills and hoopin', nigga, day and night?
My pops told me and my brothers, "This that shit that gets you right"
Since a youngin, always went and did what they ain't wanna do
Now look at me, twenty years old rockin' my own fuckin' shoe
It got 'em sick
Niggas hatin', be like, "Oh, he grew up rich"
But nah, bitch, it took some time just like this Rollie on my wrist
[Chorus: ZO]
Yeah, new forty-one millimeter my timeclock
Diamonds jump out the face just like hopscotch
We turn nothing into something like voila
YSL jacket, had to paint that tie-dye
Kick my game like I play FIFA
Everybody around me a boss, we equal
Leave out my closet, fly like an eagle
Get like us, lil' bro, let me teach you
[Verse 2: ZO]
ZO2 kinda nice
Haters steaming like some rice
They be putting up a fight
And they numbers looking right
But we shooting at some knives
Told you once, won't say it twice
Fix your face, you look surprised
You know the devil a lie
And if she look good, he disguise
No, I don't need me a ride
I'm in the Demon
You hear the engine, it's screaming
Hit the brakes and then that bitch get to leaning
Spitting this crack and I got 'em all fiending
Stay with three B's 'cause my people, they need me
Big Baller Brand, I'm the man
Know we sticking to the plan
Popping bottles, spendin' bands
ZO2 cost a grand
Brought it down for my fans
What's a beach without the sand?
Ballin' hard and you can't stop me
Board the PJ, dap the pilot
I be running up a check
You run your mouth, got the same mileage
Ignore the hate and keep it solid
You know the flow is in pocket
Louis duffel match the wallet
Whip is so big, I need help just to park it
Make it happen while them people just talking
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