Lotta Ties
Got a whole 'lot of ties in it
There's a million ways to die in it
Fuck that young nigga speak some life in it
Pick apart my stories never find a lie in it woah
In the city never hide in it
Pull up to the trap I'm never high in it
All the bitches look surprised in it
Pretty nigga like me just arrived in it
New coupe cop some work and then I slide in it
Life's a bitch but i'm just glad to be alive in it
Hey, in the club I got my fire in it
Pussy so good a nigga spent the night in it, nigga dozed off
Ain't too many that i'm fucking with
Niggas pillow talking on some undercover shit
Ya'll on some other shit, some other other shit
Ya'll just met how the fuck ya'll niggas on some brother shit
I just ask that you don't lie to me
Gassed up but them niggas ain't that live to me
I got a whole other side to me
I got some niggas that will slide for me, make 'em spin
Got a whole 'lot of ties in it
There's a million ways to die in it
Fuck that young nigga speak some life in it
Pick apart my stories never find a lie in it woah
In the city never hide in it
Pull up to the trap I'm never high in it
All the bitches look surprised in it
Pretty nigga like me just arrived in it
Tell her wait inside 'til I arrive
Hold on baby wait
Tell her wait inside 'til I arrive
I'm on my way
I'ma get it out the street, out the asphalt
Don't blame me it's my dads fault
There's a million ways to die in it
Fuck that young nigga speak some life in it
Pick apart my stories never find a lie in it woah
In the city never hide in it
Pull up to the trap I'm never high in it
All the bitches look surprised in it
Pretty nigga like me just arrived in it
New coupe cop some work and then I slide in it
Life's a bitch but i'm just glad to be alive in it
Hey, in the club I got my fire in it
Pussy so good a nigga spent the night in it, nigga dozed off
Ain't too many that i'm fucking with
Niggas pillow talking on some undercover shit
Ya'll on some other shit, some other other shit
Ya'll just met how the fuck ya'll niggas on some brother shit
I just ask that you don't lie to me
Gassed up but them niggas ain't that live to me
I got a whole other side to me
I got some niggas that will slide for me, make 'em spin
Got a whole 'lot of ties in it
There's a million ways to die in it
Fuck that young nigga speak some life in it
Pick apart my stories never find a lie in it woah
In the city never hide in it
Pull up to the trap I'm never high in it
All the bitches look surprised in it
Pretty nigga like me just arrived in it
Tell her wait inside 'til I arrive
Hold on baby wait
Tell her wait inside 'til I arrive
I'm on my way
I'ma get it out the street, out the asphalt
Don't blame me it's my dads fault
Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Fenstermacher
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