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letra de family ties - don trip, pif, red dot & starlito

[intro: pif]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
ayy

[verse 1: pif]
i can’t help it, i’m the sh-t and with the sh-t (oh yeah)
and i’ma still be the same if i’m broke or i’m rich (b-tch)
if you broke, i got a glitch (oh yeah), i feel like money makin’ mitch (bang)
i wasn’t raised to be a b-tch (ayy), it’s too much paper i can get (ayy, ayy)
you probably hate me ’bout a bit, you can’t take it, need to quit (f-ck ’em)
i can’t help it, life a b-tch, cut your throat, slit your wrist (baow)
play your position, run up a check, flex in they face, show ’em you next (ayy)
shawty, i don’t mean no disrespect, but every day, i gotta, i gotta (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: red dot]
applyin’ pressure like i’m omar from the f-ckin’ wire (yeah)
like i’m deebo on a friday (yeah), took your chain and hit the highway (yeah)
my n-ggas cutthroat, play no games (no), it’s my way or the highway (yeah)
got my b-tches loadin’ the rental, hittin’ the f-ckin’ highway (hahaha)
cookin’ granddaddy, that diesel, yeah, i keep that high grade (what?)
got my lil’ cousin in the projects servin’ them packs like all day (yeah)
extended clip and .223, yeah, n-gga, that’s my allstate
applyin’ pressure on you stalkers ’cause you n-ggas all take

[verse 3: starlito]
you know i’m strapped up always, pull up in front your driveway
out the window sideways, let’s do it right now, why wait?
naw, f-ck the bullsh-t, that’s lame, i’m just tryna get paid
told her believe what she wanna, i ain’t got time to explain
where the check or what we talkin’ ’bout? (what we talkin’ ’bout?)
everybody broke again, when the pandemic hit, y’all n-ggas was ballin’ out (haha)
we sittin’ on the weight to cause a drought (yeah)
and them young n-ggas with me want all the plays, from whole things to small amounts (grindhard)
stepbrothers for life, naw, we ain’t fallin’ out, that’s family ties
n-ggas know they ain’t seein’ us, guess it don’t hurt to fantasize
did a show, security all surprised ’cause we brought our fire
pocket rocket, also got them choppers ’bout my daughter size
turn up on ’em, long live my guy pif (yeah)
my brother’s keeper, right or wrong, i’m ridin’ with who i ride with
good luck with that, you think ’bout tryin’ trip
bro got suppressors and sh-t, they say it be the quiet ones (shh, pew-pew)
[verse 4: don trip]
they let me outta the asylum, doctor say i need to smile some
i was bettin’ on y’all, but i wasn’t satisfied with the outcome
on the road three deep, me, a road manager, and a hired gun
and i’m back on my bullsh-t, ’96, ‘7, ‘8 title run
ain’t n0body gon’ stop me, flash out in a heartbeat
all my n-ggas gon’ ride for me like we at a motherf-ckin’ car meet
my dog just came home and i gotta keep the n-gga on a short leash
he ain’t even no rapper, he been tryna k!ll a rap n-gga all week
i ain’t into no rap beef, we gon’ take it too far
we gon’ have to drop bodies, n-gga, i ain’t droppin’ no bars
f-ck is you sayin’?
i’d rather get me some money instead
i go to sleep with a gun in my bed
grateful i ain’t have to tuck no sons in back when obama was runnin’ for prez
my neighborhood like the dawn of the dead
dare any n-gga to jump off the ledge
i keep the thumper if anyone’s wonderin’, twenty-eight waitin’ with one in the head
i gotta make it back home to all my babies and my wife
so i’ll give you the kiss of death and go kiss all of them goodnight
word to pif

[outro]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

- don trip pif red dot starlito

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