CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Shoes Tied
I'm ridin' with all that money must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
L462, ayy
Spark up, spark up
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
Got no regrets so watch how you step, f**k 'round and get stepped on
And them boys watch up on me, 'cause they know I got this TEC on me
And I hang 'round some savages who walk like they got vests on
Put t**ties on a Glock and shoot this b*t*h until yo' neck gone
Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12
My past been catchin' up I hope I don't end up in that cell
Y'all only focus on my wrongs but I've been tryna prevail
It's always f**k 'em that's forever let my die when I fell
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
I got this cannon on my hip and I'm gon' blow when Trappy say so
Hoes they got to packin', you know he bringing me pesos
Invested in the trap but I still rock, that's just to lay low (Aye, aye)
Mix drugs with Faygo
'Cause I still be livin' fast and hittin' licks and kicking doors
B*t*hes hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin' hoes
And I got designer Gucci, Prada, I be mixin' clothes
50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin' dough
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
Young but I be trappin' to those fiends who need them meds popped
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
L462, ayy
Spark up, spark up
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
Got no regrets so watch how you step, f**k 'round and get stepped on
And them boys watch up on me, 'cause they know I got this TEC on me
And I hang 'round some savages who walk like they got vests on
Put t**ties on a Glock and shoot this b*t*h until yo' neck gone
Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12
My past been catchin' up I hope I don't end up in that cell
Y'all only focus on my wrongs but I've been tryna prevail
It's always f**k 'em that's forever let my die when I fell
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
I got this cannon on my hip and I'm gon' blow when Trappy say so
Hoes they got to packin', you know he bringing me pesos
Invested in the trap but I still rock, that's just to lay low (Aye, aye)
Mix drugs with Faygo
'Cause I still be livin' fast and hittin' licks and kicking doors
B*t*hes hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin' hoes
And I got designer Gucci, Prada, I be mixin' clothes
50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin' dough
Blind to all that f**k sh*t must be why I keep a stick
My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
Ranch 'cause I be dressing straight designer, b*t*h I drip
Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot
Aim for headshots, cut his dreadlocks
Hope he got his ID, 'cause his a** might get his head popped
Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
Young but I be trappin' to those fiends who need them meds popped
