Lyrics
[Intro]
Clock on my arm
Clock on my trauma
Time on my name
And a stain on the marble
[Verse 1]
Fuck a clip trend, I’m a big shot
Fuck a TikTok, I’ma make this wrist pop
Turn the drip drop to a big rock
Turn his big talk to a ziplock
Yeah
Second hand spinning like a fan blade
Every snap on my hand worth a campaign
Got his whole life hanging by a lampshade
Turn his highlight reel to a rampage
Look
I don’t chase fame, let the fame chase
I don’t chase ops, let the aim trace
Put him on a shirt, that’s a name plate
Make his heart stop, that’s a brain break
Tick
Bullet talk fast, that’s a TED Talk
Red chalk lines on the dead walk
Whole block freeze when the lead pop
Turn a tough guy into desktop
Yeah
I been in the mud with the gold teeth
Turn cold beef into slow grief
Turn a bold tweet to a closed reef
They gon’ hold grief when the soul leave
[Chorus]
Tick tock, tick tock
Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk (wrist talk)
Big rock, big shot
Turn his whole clip to a screenshot
Tick tock, tick tock
Every little second that your lip drop
Big stock, big plot
Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Every little ding on the clock face
Is a flashback framed in a block case
Got a mask in the dash, that’s a stock trade
Turn a handshake deal to a hot grave
Oof
I don’t do threats, I do outcomes
Turn loud drums into out-runs
Got the crowd numb when the sound thump
Turn a round one to a shroud front
See
Time is a bullet in a long gun
Tick is the inhale, to the wrong lung
Tock is the exhale when the song done
Clock on my sleeve like a long run
Ice
Watch so froze, it’s a crime scene
Hand so bright, it’s a high-beam
Life on the line in the fine print
Hands on twelve like a time-scheme
Yeah
Put him on a tee, that’s a team pic
Heart in my hand, that’s a mean trick
Turn his big step to a lean limp
Whole scene dim when the beam click
[Chorus]
Tick tock, tick tock
Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk (hey)
Big rock, big shot
Turn his whole clip to a screenshot
Tick tock, tick tock
Every little second that your lip drop
Big stock, big plot
Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop
[Bridge]
Hands on the clock like hands on a throat (choke)
Face on a post like face on a coat
Threads in a post turn threads in a hole
Stitch in his name, that’s stitch in his soul
Tick
Time on my side like a gang sign
Tock
Life on the line with a hang time
Tick
Pray he don’t slip when it’s game time
Tock
Every little drip is a brain line
[Chorus]
Tick tock, tick tock
Fuck a feed, make the wrist talk
Big rock, big shot
Turn his whole clip to a screenshot (yeah)
Tick tock, tick tock
Every little second that your lip drop
Big stock, big plot
Put him on a shirt, make the scene stop
Style
rapgritty midwest hip-hop cypher energyswung drums and snarling bass under sharpintricate male vocals. verses stay punchy with stop-start flows and internal rhyme bursts; hook widens with layered ad-libschopped vocal hitsand stuttered delays on key phrases. sparse piano stabs and eerie pads flicker in and outleaving heavy space for the bars to cut through.hardcore hip hopfreestylepophip hopenglish
Prompt
Song name “Tick Tock” , double entendres, complicated metaphors, creative freestyle bars that mimic Eminem, fuck a tik tok, imma make this wrist pop, put him on a shirt, make his heart stop, shoot
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerGeneratedApr 7, 2026
ModelZona