Tie Breaker

[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
My life gucci, but my shirt is Louis
You brought your strap, let's get into it, Blasian bitch look like Karrueche
Brown skin like JT, I roll with the Uzi
Please don't talk that murder shit to me, you ain't been in no shootings

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Yohji Yamamoto, Mike Amiris, or it's RTA
Doggy think that he a trap star 'cause he got Carti frames
Taking risks, pulling stunts, live the gnarly way
Hundred-shotter clear the party out and I hardly aim

[Verse 3: Prince Jefe]
Thirty shots in fifty seconds, you can't get away
You gon' get your ass whacked tryna get my chain
I grab a new batch from my plug and I do my thang
We not leaving 'til we see blood tap a nigga face

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Shit, went from Humanrace to the SBs
This a Glocky with a switch, like fuck a XD
Shit, if the risk high, so is the reward
Mixing magic potions, this a four, I feel like Dumbledorе

[Verse 5: Prince Jefe]
You keep fucking off your racks, but what you hustle for?
My lawyer pissed, shе smell the pack when I walk in court
Cracking BoAs, you get fifty if you give me yours
Hit his block, two-fifty shots, boy, you know when it rain, it pours

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Steppin' in some Christion Loubies, fuck around and paint the floor
2023 Humvee, you see an H, them ain't Accords
Shit, pull up with that tie breaker, tryna change the score
Immune to deuces, fucked around and had to face a four

[Verse 7: Prince Jefe]
Hopped out with the switch, fuck with the clique, then we gon' hang you
I been in the sticks selling white girl like Topanga
Fuck a song, in a tittie bar with a banger
Boy, my money long, now these hoes begging me to slay 'em

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Throwing bullets at the opps, me and bro Eli and Peyton
Cuddy need an exorcism, he too eye-to-eye with Satan
Tryna act tough, but he the type of guy to write a statement
Shroom trippin', I'm so high, might go and fly the spaceship

[Verse 9: Prince Jefe]
You the type of nigga hit the club, but don't throw shit
I'm the type to get it off of drugs, 'cause I'm loaded
Riding to the 10, eight hundred grams in the Focus
I dropped out of school and hit the streets for my diploma

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Shit, my pop looking like it need an oil change
Pop out with that cannon, shooting shit like I'm Royal Pain
Told Scrumble meet me down on— I'm passing Coyle with it
Fuck a blender, put her in a pot, bitch get boiled in it

[Verse 11: Prince Jefe]
Yo
Meet a bitch tonight, tomorrow on a train
I'm on parole, don't tell my PO I roll with the Drac'
I hawk him with this LMG, why would you run away?
I ran it up off CP, scamming in the A

[Verse 12: BabyTron]
Stabbing in the foreign, would've thought it came from Crystal Lake
Think he fucking with the gang, he must be off some crystal meth
Thousand-dollar Lanvins, been played out the Triple S
Me and Prince tag teamed this B and laid this bitch to rest
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