Mayjah Payne - Family Ties (feat. Will Dep, Rose Money & Jae Steel)

I got niggas with some P's and some niggas who be swiping
My bitch work at UPS, I told her expedite it
Test a pussy nigga, like an assignment
Beat the brakes out that pussy, now she needa new alignment
My nigga choppin' beatin' the road downs like he fightin'
When I first met em, they was sisters and now they dykin'
I can't fuck with niggas, they ain't my kin if they ain't solid
I'm only tryna cop it if I could triple up my profit
Niggas said I switched up, only switched up my knowledge
Only rock with bankrolls, I ain't picking out no wallet
How the fuck I'm gon' sleep when I want chains and watches
Cuddie pocket checked him and he left without his wallet
Caught em niggas slippin', put the heater to his noggin
Niggas playin' deaf when they hear the reaper callin
They runnin' slow as hell from the L, I see em joggin
Keep on playin' stupid, goons gon' put you in a coffin
She was dummy smooth the way she dipped into his wallet
Brought it back to me and now I'm triplin his profit
You know I'm answering if the money gets to callin
Nigga run up on me, now you see his body fallin'
Runnin', runnin' through em, I just be joggin
Brought a girl with her, they keep on callin'
I don't fuck with niggas, they be doin' too much talkin'
Do it with my brothers, I got all my niggas locked in
Send a bitch to the left, like she turnin
My shooter, Mello ball, he a youngin' with that burner
You a baby with this shit
Nigga gerber, all I get is cake Tina Turner
Tryna do this shit galore Lira Mercer
All that tough talk but you ain't doin shit in person
Put a bag on your head like a motherfuckin' turban
And free my nigga money, he went down, I was hurtin
My bitch Latina and she don't even know Spanish
That glizzy hoe and body's like a motherfuckin' hammock
Point blank range, they don't wanna see the damage
I aim it at your top, part your mole with this cannon
Niggas doin' dumb shit and wish it never happened
Wish the motherfucker had a genie like Aladdin
Must've had a job at Lids, how the haters keep cappin
I stay on my hustle and the money keep stackin
Gotta level up, gotta level up
Hehehe, it's goin' up, nigga, what
Gotta level up, Gotta level up
Hehehehe

Written by:
Darrick Irvin, Jeremy Peterson, Marcus Payne, William Depriest

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