Shoes Tied

[Intro]
I'm ridin' with all that money must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
L462, ayy
Spark up, spark up

[Pre-Chorus]
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[Chorus]
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his ass might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped

[Verse: 1]
Got no regrets so watch how you step, fuck 'round and get stepped on
And them boys watch up on me, 'cause they know I got this TEC on me
And I hang 'round some savages who walk like they got vests on
Put titties on a Glock and shoot this bitch until yo' neck gone
Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12
My past been catchin' up I hope I don't end up in that cell
Y'all only focus on my wrongs but I've been tryna prevail
It's always fuck 'em that's forever let my die when I fell

[Pre-Chorus]
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[Chorus]
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his ass might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped

[Verse: 2]
I got this cannon on my hip and I'm gon' blow when Trappy say so
Hoes they got to packin', you know he bringing me pesos
Invested in the trap but I still rock, that's just to lay low (Aye, aye)
Mix drugs with Faygo
'Cause I still be livin' fast and hittin' licks and kicking doors
Bitches hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin' hoes
And I got designer Gucci, Prada, I be mixin' clothes
50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin' dough

[Pre-Chorus]
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[Chorus]
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his ass might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped

[Outro]
Young but I be trappin' to those fiends who need them meds popped