I Cut Ties

I cut ties with her (Ties), yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Now I'm tryna run up this sack (Sack, yeah)

Now I was tryna go flip that pack, yeah (Yeah)

I was down bad, now a **** got bands

Yeah, gettin' that cash (Cash), I'on got no friends (Yeah)

Fuckin' with these bad bitches, all of them tens (Yeah, shit, yuh)

I'm tryna get down, let's hop in that Benz (Huh? Shh)

She was tryna calm me down, she seen I'm tense (Yeah)

She was rubbin' on my back

I was fuckin' up her back

Call the plug, "I need more gas"

I just ran off on they ass

Yeah, four pockets, full jean sag, yeah

Yeah, bitch tryna geek (Geek) off the tab, yuh

I cut ties with her (Ties), yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Now I'm tryna run up this sack (Sack, yeah)

Now I was tryna go flip that pack, yeah (Yeah)

I was down bad, now a **** got bands

Yeah, gettin' that cash (Cash), I'on got no friends (Yeah)

Fuckin' with these bad bitches, all of them tens (Yeah, shit, yuh)

I'm tryna get down, let's hop in that Benz (Huh? Shh)

She was tryna calm me down, she seen I'm tense (Yeah)

She was rubbin' on my back

I was fuckin' up her back

Call the plug, "I need more gas"

I just ran off on they ass

Yeah, four pockets, full jean sag, yeah

Yeah, bitch tryna geek (Geek) off the tab, yuh