[Intro}
Yeah yeah
Ayy yeah
Yeah yeah (Ayy)
Yeah yeah (Ayy)
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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Ayy ayy
Uh, uh, uh uh
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[Chorus]
I got guys who gon' sparked that car
I got guys who gon' take at charge
I got guys who gon' go that far
I got guys who gon' pull your card
I got guys who still in the street
I got guys out here tryna eat
I got guys who gon' flip that weed
I got guys put you on a tee
[Post-Chorus]
I got ties (I got ties)
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties (Got ties)
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties (Ties)
They gon' slide if I tell them to ride
And it's straight homicide, man I swear that's no lie
[Verse 1]
Niggas be beefin' 'bout pussy, I swear that shit pussy, I just wanna fuck, uh
Mos' of you niggas is rookie
I'm smokin' on Cookie
Not smokin' on Rutz, uh
Why do these niggas wan' push me
They put on they hoodie and then wanna run, uh
Slide through they hood with the woodie
Then ask if we goody, we do this for fun, uh
.40 cap .23 Glizzy it don't got a .30 I call it lil' dicky (Call it lil' dicky)
Hate that I let the ho kiss me
When I try leave and she say she miss me (Say that she miss me)
I love when I ride through the city with double D titties and five hundred 50's and why did you diss me?
You ain't fuckin' with me
You know that bitch wit' me
I tell 'em come get me
'Cause I keep my blicky
This shit can get sticky
I'ma get iggy
We leavin' 'em shitty
Yeah we run the city
Nigga we run the city
Uh, uh, nigga we run the city
[Chorus]
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
They gon' slide if I tell them to ride
And it's straight homicide, man I swear that's no lie
[Verse 2]
Call my father, make that that bag thru
Nigga be dissin', then I show 'em what that bag do
Don't be kissing all these bitches, they gon' trap you
Catch you slippin' pussy and we might just mac you
Like bop bop bop bop bop, he dead or nah?
Slide through wit' 'bout 3 chops, uh
We gon' slide through and drop 3 opps
Hit the drive-thru, I got three Glocks
Put 'em back on the streets, call it straight re-route
Give 'em all to the team, nigga play he popped
Got a Glock wit a beam, and they say he hot
Down on my dick, I was stuck in the middle
You talkin' that shit, you get popped like a pimple
Been chasing the money every since I was little
Got diamonds for teeth, she in love wit' my dimples
Shit to advance you might think it's a riddle
Got drugs like the bin, I might pull out a fiddle
My bro took a Xan and he turned to a hitta
I just had a band but I made it look little
I be in and out, when I'm sippin' the liquor
We spin the house, kick in the door see who in it
Don't chicken now, if you start it we finish
I been about business, let's finish this business
I just need a minute can I get a minute
You think that you wit' it, save that for the other man
Nah I ain't switchin', just ride wit' my brothers man
Fuck all these bitches, they loving another man
Yeah, yeah
From the gutter man
Swear to god, I was out sellin' that butta man
Yeah, yeah
I went under man
Swear to god, when I came out I stay a hunnid man
They made fun of me
Now when I pull up they all do the running man
Boy don't you come up you know you was one of 'em
Nah I ain't stuntin', man watch you get done man
{Post-Chorus]
I got guys who gon' sparked that car
I got guys who gon' take that charge
I got guys who gon' go that far
I got guys who gon' pull your car
I got guys who still in the street
I got guys out here tryna eat
I got guys who gon' flip that weed
I got guys put you on a tee
[Chorus]
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
I got ties
They gon' slide if I tell them to ride
And it's straight homicide, man I swear that's no lie