Tug of War March17

[Chorus]

Yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls

Real as I say, so I can't get exposed

I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone

Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long (FOREVEROLLING)

Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't

Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone

Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?

Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Verse 1]

Three of four killers, I'm tryna get home

Over the fence, drop a pack on the drone

Owner, operator, distribute loads

I gave him a chance, run a half to the bros

Three days done passed, he quit answerin' the phone

I get you whacked, put them racks on your dome

I made it cool, pay them racks for a lo'

I made it cool smoke a Black in your song

Up, I can't sleep or leave Addys alone

I lost more bricks than Jay-Z and didn't quit

I lost my heart tryna boss up a bitch

I'ma spin from the law, can't get flicked with a switch

Up on his whip, make you swerve in the ditch

Nervous, I swerved him and ain't see him since

Pray he ain't lose all his courage and snitch

Watch your attorneys, they work with the twist

Safety glass ceilings, don't let 'em get tricked

Streets in position, you just not in the mix

How far you get all depend on your wrist

How big the reward all depend on the risk

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls

Real as I say, so I can't get exposed

I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone

Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long

Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't

Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone

Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?

Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Verse 2]

Yeah, robbers and bandits, we buckin' the law

Make some more money, I'm cuttin' her raw

Makin' on extras get stuffed in her bra

Meet with the plug and have brunch in the bar

Shiesties come off once the trust get involved

Traffickin', trailin' the truck and the car

Pushin' this weight back and forth, tug of war

It'll get tan if you butter the tar

Residue stuck at the bottom of the jar

Mannitol Superman cut in the drawer

Sabotaged 'cause I won't fuck her no more

I do her right, what you rushin' me for?

Pay for my studio, visuals and tour

What the fuck I need a record deal for?

I got your whole record deal on my arm

I can't be fucked with in nothin' at all

Left too much blood at the bottom to fall

Easy to catch, let some air out the ball

Three or four killers, I'm payin' they bond

Been had no fent', smokin' strips through a 'gar

I made it easy, don't act like it's hard

Street credit finished, we'll cancel this card

Punishment, can't let 'em run off too far (Too far, too far)

I loved you before, I don't love you no more

[Chorus]

Rollin' up 'Woods in the back of the Rolls

Real as I say so I can't get exposed

I get you whacked 'cross the map from a phone

Treat it like it's tapped if you had it too long

Lie to her, say I'll be back but I won't

Lie to my face, seen a text in her phone

Why would I ask you for sex when we grown?

Had the audacity to ask me what's wrong

[Outro]

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