Taliban Ties

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron] Woke up in that Rolls-Royce, yeah, that Wraithy thang One bullet, that's a head shot, bro got crazy aim This a Hellcat, that's a Scat, we don't race the same This a thigh pad, can't relate, you living day to day It takes pape' just to make some pape' Elevation takes separation, we creating space Loose Cannon out of Chrome Heart, had to play the BAPE Taliban ties, head wrapped and we came with K's Used to drive a bucket, now I'm riding foreign Chop hold a Wilt, new gen' Glock, Michael Jordan Everything y'all do little, boy, our life enormous Old school ShittyBoyz vibes, we ain't write a chorus [Verse 2: TrDee] Up before the rooster, cock-a-doodle-doo You ain't got no money in yo pocket? She won't fuck with you Don't say it's on the floor 'cause now it's up with you You don't get respect in yo hood like a substitute Foreign lil' bitch, give her dick, make her teach me Spanish I can tell he not from the way by how he acting friendly Heard yo mans keep getting locked up, he a shitty bandit Baby, I do not have a heart, I am not romantic Real niggas in my circle, ain't no squares here I'll put my dawgs on yo ass, they can smell fear Neph' a bad boy like he Laimbeer Bitch like, "They can't fuck with you", I'm like, "Damn near" Caught him in the whip, that was his last ride I don't give a fuck she got a nigga, I'ma still slide Bitch caught me in the act and I still lied No cap, unc' spot jumping like the old Clyde [Verse 3: StanWill] Skinny motherfucker, Mike Amiris got the Lizzo pockets Every single opp got sent to space, I got big ol' rockets Come and get yo girl off my head, boy, yo bitch on noggin I do credit fraud, lil' bro, he got rich off robbing Three-five of, goddamn, this some toxic gas Treat the opps like they Kim K., we done shot they ass If it's on the floor, you gon' have to mop they ass Side head better than my main, finna swap they ass Yo bitch let me poke every night, I'm a porcupine Buffalo Cartis with the tint, not the dorky kind Let him throw a one, hit his ass with a .45 How you rapping dog shit and you ain't seen more than five? If yo mans fall down, better lift yo dawg Reflective Off-White, spin around like a disco ball Hit his bitch and liked his pic, finna piss bro off Hunnid rounder, boy, this yop stick got the big ol' balls [Verse 4: BabyTron] Two thousand dollars on a winter coat OT, riding 'round in a Sprinter blowed Bitch tryna run off with the bag? Gotta get her gone Glock with the flash, tryna crop you out the picture, bro All this Bitcoin around like I'm Temple Running Every piece fire, fucked around, got the bezel flooded One call'll get you gone, I'll press the button Clip longer than a paragraph but it ends discussions [Verse 5: TrDee] Bring the beef to him like we DoorDash She a bad bitch, pussy wet, make me cum fast Then I got up and left, she was so mad Don't mention my old hoes, I was down bad [Verse 6: StanWill] Any confrontation? We'll put the blick to him The L's that I took back then? We don't mention them Shoot yo shot to my bitch? You gon' miss the rim Fuck a hunnid thousand, couple years, call me "Mister M" [Verse 7: BabyTron] Off-White hoodie with the scribbles and the big X Triple S all on my pivot, this a big step Unky in the kitchen whipping out a big reps Pop out with a hunnid on me, this a big check [Verse 8: TrDee] Where was y'all wave riders three years ago? Only need the money, I don't need a ho Dawg said that he was getting money, I ain't seen it though Bitch like, "I think you know my man", yeah, that's lil' bro [Verse 9: StanWill] I ain't got a thang for these hoes but some Oscar Mayers Shoot his ass with the FN but the Glock retired Let him do the running man, we gon' pop the buyer Unc' tryna get rich off juice, he the Wock' supplier [Outro: StanWill] Yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song Huh Bitch