Put your hands up for Tia

Put your hands up for Tia

(RX3)

(Verse 1)

Took the number never called

Damsel with the female hands up

These Niggas shoot

And y'all I never fall

But stressing trying

To get my bands

And I lose it buying at the mall

Lying to all of these broads

Unless you ever stop playing us

I would demand that you reap arms

Away from daddy if you do dog

Then we kill you if we see cause

While you Niggas was stuck

Steady straight doing the Dirty on

That faggot shit we drop bombs

You hate cause but we knew who it was

On that fake shit & We the law

For sakes shit with the boss while

Y'all was trying to shoot down the stars

We told you to reach for em & we would lose

Budget when it was all money in the jar

We teach shawty if she knew better

She would probably get on her job

And I ain't never had a bae

So I sip so slow til the belly ache

Hitting that go til the Bali dank

& hit em so cold til we doubt he think

& if y'all rose we'd be out & wait

Sticking to the code if the loud be stink

Pray for our souls if for now we ain't

Thinking bout yours then we on the plank

Tryna get known like Mowry T

Thinking out loud when the track be laid

Even our emotion we can't relate

I'm smoking on lotus my flower ain't

No Reggie nigga

Intellectual I took em out respect em

I couldn't even think about where we'd

Put em when we dead em

Left alone the Knicks

Like the nigga Raymond Felton

I'm the point guard nigga

This is not y'all territory why y'all

Talking like this y'all yard

Knowing we would outlast

Living in the mud tho

Thinking out the box tho

Now we in the box doe

Doors close he'll never get rose from it

(Outro

& I tell em what theme

What they want to hear

They just love to see me shine

Like my woman named Maria

I can't not believe she mine

Me amor and she do swear

That good things on and could be