Tug of War March17

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls Real as I say, so I can't get exposed I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long (FOREVEROLLING) Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong [Verse 1] Three of four killers, I'm tryna get home Over the fence, drop a pack on the drone Owner, operator, distribute loads I gave him a chance, run a half to the bros Three days done passed, he quit answerin' the phone I get you whacked, put them racks on your dome I made it cool, pay them racks for a lo' I made it cool smoke a Black in your song Up, I can't sleep or leave Addys alone I lost more bricks than Jay-Z and didn't quit I lost my heart tryna boss up a bitch I'ma spin from the law, can't get flicked with a switch Up on his whip, make you swerve in the ditch Nervous, I swerved him and ain't see him since Pray he ain't lose all his courage and snitch Watch your attorneys, they work with the twist Safety glass ceilings, don't let 'em get tricked Streets in position, you just not in the mix How far you get all depend on your wrist How big the reward all depend on the risk [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls Real as I say, so I can't get exposed I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong [Verse 2] Yeah, robbers and bandits, we buckin' the law Make some more money, I'm cuttin' her raw Makin' on extras get stuffed in her bra Meet with the plug and have brunch in the bar Shiesties come off once the trust get involved Traffickin', trailin' the truck and the car Pushin' this weight back and forth, tug of war It'll get tan if you butter the tar Residue stuck at the bottom of the jar Mannitol Superman cut in the drawer Sabotaged 'cause I won't fuck her no more I do her right, what you rushin' me for? Pay for my studio, visuals and tour What the fuck I need a record deal for? I got your whole record deal on my arm I can't be fucked with in nothin' at all Left too much blood at the bottom to fall Easy to catch, let some air out the ball Three or four killers, I'm payin' they bond Been had no fent', smokin' strips through a 'gar I made it easy, don't act like it's hard Street credit finished, we'll cancel this card Punishment, can't let 'em run off too far (Too far, too far) I loved you before, I don't love you no more [Chorus] Rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls Real as I say so I can't get exposed I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone Why would I ask you for sex when we grown? Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong [Outro] Three—