Tie Your Laces

(Beat-beat-beat)
(Beat Boy taught me, Beat Boy taught me)
Jay Critch, hood fav'
Big Talk Money Gang
Niggas, know what the fuck goin' on
Stupid-ass niggas

Ayy
Nigga, God gave me talent, I can't waste it (I can't)
And this drank cost a bag, I can't waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tyin' up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M in the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Patron
Old Patrón, '42, not Patrón
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't cappin' in these songs

We don't cap rap
Word to fam, finna blow a nigga cap back
Opps get chipped, fraternizers get backslapped
I just put a hunnid shells in his hatchback
Spin his block, I'm finna hit him with the re-run
Don't even ask about my city, nigga, we run it
Shit leave him swimmin' with the dolphins, lemme see some'
This a mop, this a broom, I put the straight on it
By these two nines, two died, that's unfortunate
.223 got niggas lookin' like tortoises
Couldn't keep up, in these OG's we trust
I'ma give him news channels, seven, eleven or Fox
Bitch, which one you wanna be on?
Fox? Bitch, NBC? Haha, you know what I mean?

Nigga, God gave me talent, I can't waste it
And this drank cost a bag, I can't waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tyin' up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M in the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Patron
Old Patrón, '42, not Patrón
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't cappin' in these songs