Family Ties

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang LonnieBands] We on a mile, the six, huh Poured an eight of purple Wockhardt, we call it Prince, huh R.I.P. my lil' brother Perc', I've been sick, huh R.I.P. the last opp, nigga, rest in piss, huh Chip reader ain't stopping shit, I got that one [?] On my daughter, made my first $50,000, nigga, on my first clip Too much murder, mayhem, gotta know we come with this You get caught in that jam, you better not tell them shit [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] Ayy, I'm on the app with a stick on me Lil' yellow nigga, but more pull than your big homie Flip a nigga 5-7, [??] nigga switch on me Big Glock on me, drum on it with a switch on it Heard she hoeing, so I'm sending that bitch out Bitch talking down on me, but my dick all in her mouth We was breaking down them P's with them sticks all in her couch Bitch can say what she want, but it's pimping in the drought Press, "Who?", press, "What?", press, "Uh!", press, "Shit…" Big Glock, it's new, it's on me, test this Test me? You die. Must got a death wish You must think we dry cleaning, all we do is press shit, nigga [Verse 3: Teejayx6] Slapped my lil' cousin, man, that lil' nigga awkward I need some Hi-Tech, I'm 'bout to go to the doctor My cousin got Perc's, he the neighbourhood doctor Said you the plug, you can't even find the socket I ain't tryna smoke your OG 'cuz it's sour Last year I scammed Tyrique off a power Slapped my lil' brother 'cuz I caught him smoking powder Niggas turn fake and animated, like Chowder I don't wanna fuck with that bitch, 'cuz she childish Killed one of my opps and I left him on an island I'm so fucking blowed, I can't see through my eyelids I don't wanna fuck with you, nigga, you fuck with lil' kids [Verse 4: Drego] We was playing with them tools before pro tools We was taking them off the streets and put them on the news We was out here in the streets, you was still in school Found out what they going for, I had to send some blues And my dawg was cooking up, I had to send some food You ain't tryna get in this? You a fucking fool We left blood on his feet like he rocking Lou's Uh, we was tryna catch an opp, 'cuz it wasn't nothing to do Bitch, we was hopping out of choppas, back like [?] Flashlight on, top off, it's gon' blind them like you wanna rape kids We was kicking niggas out the gang, said he wanna slide but he don't wanna spray his He was a nigga at the gas station passing out CDs, like I'm 'bout to play his