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letra de shoes tied - ysn flow

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[intro]
im ridin’ with all that money must be why i keep a stick
my shoes forever tied so you know i can never trip
l462
spark up spark up

[pre-chorus]

blind to all that f-ck sh-t must be why i keep a stick
my shoes forever tied so you know i can never trip
ranch ‘cuz i be dressing straight designer, b-tch i drip
crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[chorus]
and this cannon got a red dot
pay for headshots
cut his dreadlocks
hope he got his id, ‘cuz his -ss 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

[verse: 1]
got no regrets so watch how you step, f-ck ’round and get stepped on
and them boys watch up on me ‘cuz they know i got this tec on me
and i hang ’round some savages who walk like they got vests on
put t-tties on a glock and shoot this b-tch 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-ck ’em that’s forever let my die when i fell

[pre-chorus]

blind to all that f-ck sh-t must be why i keep a stick
my shoes forever tied so you know i can never trip
ranch ‘cuz i be dressing straight designer, b-tch i drip
crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[chorus]
and this cannon got a red dot
pay for headshots
cut his dreadlocks
hope he got his id, ‘cuz his -ss 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

[verse: 2]
i got this cannon on my hip and im gon’ blow [?]
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
‘cuz i still be livin’ fast and hittin’ licks and kicking doors
b-tches h-t 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’ doughs

[pre-chorus]

blind to all that f-ck sh-t must be why i keep a stick
my shoes forever tied so you know i can never trip
ranch ‘cuz i be dressing straight designer, b-tch i drip
crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip

[chorus]
and this cannon got a red dot
pay for headshots
cut his dreadlocks
hope he got his id, ‘cuz his -ss might get his head popped
better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
young but i be trappin’ to those fiends who need them meds popped

[outro]
young but i be trappin to those fiends who need them meds popped

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