its thrax - Soul Ties

I'm a star I need some more shine
Know some shiesty lil niggas from north side
If I pop out the cut nigga don't hide
Yeah lil shawty she think we got soul ties
Yeah, I sip that wocky with no ice
Mama think that I hang round the wrong guys
Bitch I'm tryna get rich get a mansion
How you flex but your diamonds not dancing
I get geeked out my body off medicine
Actual sin on the way I'm a head sin
Nigga my pockets they fat and your shit thin
Nigga call me his brother no he not my kin
I pull up in tinted no you can't see in
Plus these rap niggas weird I don't wanna be friends

Somebody come get they mans
Yeah, I know your shit fake by the way my shit dance
You know that my gang trying to get to them bands
I got a glock and some racks in my pants
Smoking that yellow, I'm talking bout wax
Her booty like jello she fucking with thrax
I ball like Carmelo I ball to the max
Pop me a addy sit back and relax
I tote a glock lil bitch I do not lack
Bitch you can get turned to a pack
Bitch you can run up put your name on a back
I'm done fucking hoes cause them bitches be wack
I'm trying to run up a sack for a scat
I know some blood niggas banging they slatt
I popped out with racks they like how you do that

I'm a star I need some more shine
Know some shiesty lil niggas from north side
If I pop out the cut nigga don't hide
Yeah lil shawty she think we got soul ties
Yeah, I sip that wocky with no ice
Mama think that I hang round the wrong guys
Bitch I'm tryna get rich get a mansion
How you flex but your diamonds not dancing
I get geeked out my body off medicine
Actual sin on the way I'm a head sin
Nigga my pockets they fat and your shit thin
Nigga call me his brother no he not my kin
I pull up in tinted no you can't see in
Plus these rap niggas weird I don't wanna be friends

Written by:
Lee Johnson

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