Lyrics Wass Ties - Burna Bandz, Houdini

Wass Ties

No word of a lie can’t leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind, got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed but it’s gonna take us some time
Wass ties, flying the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car flashy ice
Reach for it, think twice
And I’m on the road
You know I’ll stick to the code, you know that I’ll never fold
I’m coolin' with bro, he got a Glock 4 O
Aim for the top not the toe
Aim for the nose leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, She already know
Fly cross the country to trap outta home
Young nigga thug
Fly cross the country to trap outta home (Offline)
We used to serve all the stones (Stones)
We made a killing up out of these phones (Killing)
Remember the days living off zones
It’s just a shame I’m fucking his hoe
Whatever I say you know it goes
Whatever I make know it can’t fold
The price in my range if I want a Rover
The price in my range if I want Rover (Yeah)
If we miss his top then had a clover (Lucky)
Shawty looking for some closure (What)
She want me to tell her it’s over (Whack)
Rollin' with them demons in the lights
And we drift we creeping at night
Trapping out dodging the D’s lil niggas be sleeping at night
Man these niggas be sleeping at night
So these niggas be sleeping all day
Cause these niggas they ain’t getting paid
And they ain’t got no one to blame
VVS diamonds shine bright
And my Fendi drip going blind
She wanna fuck with me for the night
By the morning gotta catch a flight
No word of a lie can’t leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind, got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed but it’s gonna take us some time
Wass ties, flying the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car flashy ice
Reach for it, think twice
And I’m on the road
You know I’ll stick to the code, you know that I’ll never fold
I’m coolin' with bro, he got a Glock 4 O
Aim for the top not the toe
Aim for the nose leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, She already know
Fly cross the country to trap outta home
Young nigga thug
Like fuck a mob tie
Nigga we got Wass ties
And I gave him frog eyes
Run up buy some more Ice
Bro spin your block for the fourth time
He caught a opp what a gold mine
With this 09, bad ass kids in 09
I got me a trap line
Tell me who wanna get co-signed
He wanna rap in the trap
But he talkin' so cap and that nigga got no rhymes
They rapping and capping they lying
A nigga in the field Dez Bryant
My wassa wassa’s no slime
Like fuck him he ain’t one of mine
We do this shit all the time
Fly shit everywhere we go
Keep it everywhere we go
What the day brings we never know
And she a opp I already know
I done got he word from bro
If she try set me up Imma dust a bitch and that’s word to bro
No word of a lie can’t leave my brothers behind
Money still be on my mind, got Wass ties
They want the gang to get signed but it’s gonna take us some time
Wass ties, flying the fam to Dubai
All for the love of the guys
Fast life, fancy car flashy ice
Reach for it, think twice
And I’m on the road
You know I’ll stick to the code, you know that I’ll never fold
I’m coolin' with bro, he got a Glock 4 O
Aim for the top not the toe
Aim for the nose leave the case closed
And your bitch chose, she already know
Fly cross the country to trap outta home
Young nigga thug