Lyrics Tie Your Laces - Jay Critch, Drakeo The Ruler

Tie Your Laces

Beat-beat-beat
Beat Boy taught me
Jay Critch, hood fav'
niggas, know what the fuck goin' on
Stupid-ass niggas
Nigga, God gave me talent, I can’t waste it
And this dream cost a bag, I can’t waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tyin' up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M and the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of
Old Patron, '42, not Patron
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain’t cappin' in these songs
We don’t cap rap
Where the fam finna blow a nigga cap back
Opps get chipped, gon' get backslapped
I just put a hunnid shells in this hatchback
Spin his block, I’m finna hit him with the re-run
Don’t even ask about my city, nigga, we run it
Shit leave him swimmin' with the dolphins, lemme see sum'
This a mop, this a broom, I put the straight on it
Got this, that’s unfortunate
.223 got niggas lookin' like tortoises
Couldn’t keep up, in these oceans we trust
I’ma give him news channels, seven, eleven or four
Bitch, what one you wanna be on?
Fox?
Bitch, NBC?
A-ha, you know what I mean?
Nigga, God gave me talent, I can’t waste it
And this dream cost a bag, I can’t waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tyin' up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M and the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of
Old Patron, '42, not Patron
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain’t cappin' in these songs