Trap Ties Lyrics

Diamonds float in my bezel, me and the Devil dancing

Gamble with your life, if you lose it won't get no second chances

Blow a bag on them choppas, I never sweat the damage

Just a mandatory advantage to keep a extra cannon, yeah

Go figure

Told God remove the fake and end up distant from my niggas

The streets say I'm the realest, ain't no fiction in my riddles

Stepping with them shooters, ain't no slippin in my dribble

You slip and I'm gone get you

I got baptized

And still was anchored by my sin cus I had trap ties

I had a plan for one more win but it had backfired

Come walk a mile up in my shoes, them bitches Shaq size

Nigga'll kill behind a bitch but let a rat slide

Diamonds float in my bezel, me and the Devil dancing

Gamble with your life, if you lose it won't get no second chances

(And you muh'fuckin right we all in ya heard me, we ain't got shit to lose no way)

(Yeah)

Diamonds float in my bezel, me and the Devil dancing

Gamble with your life, if you lose it won't get no second chances

(That's fact man, once that shit over man that shit is over)

(On God)

Staring at this fully loaded semi-automatic rifle

Wonder why the ones that should be happy, be so mad and spiteful

Wonder if my bitch'll hold it down if she ain't have a title

Wonder how these niggas act like bitches, like they had a cycle

Wonder why my Granny had to leave shit, I'm still bothered deeply

I wish I could sit out by myself, pull out my pad and write you

Wonder if you still got that lil phone and if you had it by you

Since you left me

I feel like nobody else then had me like you

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

(Facts)

On God, yeah

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Northside celebrity

(Aye)

Diamonds float in my bezel, me and the Devil dancing

Gamble with your life, if you lose it won't get no second chances

Blow a bag on them choppas, I never sweat the damage

Just a mandatory advantage to keep a extra cannon, yeah

Go figure

Told God remove the fake and end up distant from my niggas

The streets say I'm the realest, ain't no fiction in my riddles

Stepping with them shooters, ain't no slippin in my dribble

You slip and I'm gone get you

I got baptized

And still was anchored by my sin cus I had trap ties

I had a plan for one more win but it had backfired

Come walk a mile up in my shoes, them bitches Shaq size

Nigga'll kill behind a bitch but let a rat slide