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[Intro: Life’s Complex & Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

Hmm

Tic Tac…

Squad!

Here we go

[Hook: Life’s Complex & Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

What we got?

Got the swag

What we got?

Got the cash

Got the baddest chicks pulled up on our laps

What we got?

Got the cars

What we got?

Got the stacks

Got some pretty ladies wanting autographs

[Refrain: Rolex B]

Yo I got the swag, man

[Verse 1: Life’s Complex]

Rule one of the Tic Tac Squad, man, you got to have bars

If you don’t you can hit the exit, yeah it’s on the far left

Rule two: you got to keep some sharp breath

Rule three: man, you know you better keep your car fresh

My lines are so intelligent

Rhymes are so impeccable

They don’t want me even though I’m good

Boy go eat your vegetables

You bugging me? Stop pestering

They don’t mess with me? Well don’t mess with ‘em

Could make a good song with some good lyrics

And not even make it sexual

These fake rappers they obsess over

Leave the real ones with the leftovers

But it’s cool cause while they flex on ‘em

We steady scheme to be the next on it

So don’t stress homie

You don’t even know what I’ve been through

You don’t even know my past

So how the hell you know what I can do?

My future’s bright, no candle

‘Lex thank you for this sample

We fucked around and made a banger

Man, this ought to be our anthem

So ladies keep your pants on

And don’t pass these stanchions

I don’t fuck with drugs, no bath salts

So there’s nothing I can’t handle

And I’m gone

[Interjection: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

Woah, so hard

Yo, Tic Tac

Yo, bounce with it

[Verse 2: Big DJango]

All these girls getting drunk

Going out and getting crunk

Cause they want to get a lick

Of DJango’s giant dick (LTGJ 3: so big!)

Because

Here’s a tale about a man without a plan

Making love into his hand

Locks himself into the can (LTGJ 3: uhh)

He ain’t got no social game

No he can’t make ladies swoon

Which is really quite sad

Cause his end goal is poon!

[Verse 3: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

Course people can’t rap as fast as me

But no one else raps so naturally

Fuck a bitch, slap on them fat titties

When she cum hear her say (Big DJango: Oh baby!)

Tic Tac, paddy whack, give your girl my bone

Don’t care when she say don’t call her home

Because I know you, you’s a bitch, B

Slap you harder than the U.S. on Japanese

That’s World War Two, bring war three

Cause I’m Lieutenant the General the Jizza the 3

[Verse 4: Big Magellan]

Big Magellan on the mic now

(LTGJ 3: oh, fuck)

Rapping like the west coast

Silky smooth like the G-funk era

My rhymes only bring good vibes

No terror

[Verse 5: Vile Diarrhea]

Uh, Vile Diarrr-

What? I only got two bars?!

F-Fuck

[Outro: Life’s Complex and Lieutenant General Jizza the 3]

What they say?

Damn that’s a good mixtape

Can’t believe them Nevada kids did this shit right here

775, 702

725

Got damn

Bars

And them kids still in highschool? What the fuck?

Sheeit

Drop fire!

Fo’ hunnit

Swag