"Tie My Hands" lyrics

We buying up all all the tris
My two feet still on land
Say fuck it and get ya dipped
These fuck niggas tied my hands
Went maison a lil bottega I like her better with friends
He stood on biz, I threw salute
In tune I buss a band
Bro cooking up Sarah Palin
Come in this bitch, gone need a mask
And I just bought a new safe, I done gave myself a new task

I boot up, high for eons
Gold presi this bitch pee'd on
My migo dropped new load, I called him back like all the weed gone
We balling, put up NBA numbers daily. I'm at peace on it
He made his bed gotta lie in that, the shit I make like sleep number
Ain't no going around this shit, what's with all these counterfeits
Heard his bitch getting slayed and he got offended now he wanna out the bitch
I'm the only nigga that turned me up
He ain't on shit he couch sitting
He couldn't fuck with my baby pictures
Put the hoes on him bait a nigga

Folks still out taking nigga
Waiting on the next man sitting with ya hand out like he pray to nigga
We ain't in the same league you ain't finna hustle that why I don't play with nigga
He ain't got not a thing going on but he make it look good
I got two cups stuffed clean on me and a baby bottle full of mud
They sent a text, I checked the watch I guess his time was over
They slid with nun but fullys 556 like super nova
No mercy when it's war, I drop a nuke the street exploded
Flood out the spot we loaded
It's heavy racks poking

We buying up all all the tris
My two feet still on land
Say fuck it and get ya dipped
These fuck nigga tied my hands
Went maison a lil bottega I like her better with friends
He stood on biz, I threw salute
In tune I buss a band
Bro cooking up Sarah Palin
Come in this bitch, gone need a mask
And I just bought a new safe, I done gave myself a new task