Tie Breaker lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
My life gucci, but my shirt is Louis
You brought your strap, let's get into it, Blasian b*tch look like Karrueche
Brown skin like JT, I roll with the Uzi
Please don't talk that murder sh*t to me, you ain't been in no shootings

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Yohji Yamamoto, Mike Amiris, or it's RTA
Doggy think that he a trap star 'cause he got Carti frames
Taking risks, pulling stunts, live the gnarly way
Hundred-shotter clear the party out and I hardly aim

[Verse 3: Prince Jefe]
Thirty shots in fifty seconds, you can't get away
You gon' get your ass whacked tryna get my chain
I grab a new batch from my plug and I do my thang
We not leaving 'til we see blood tap a n*gga face

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
sh*t, went from Humanrace to the SBs
This a Glocky with a switch, like f*ck a XD
sh*t, if the risk high, so is the reward
Mixing magic potions, this a four, I feel like Dumbledorе

[Verse 5: Prince Jefe]
You keep f*cking off your racks, but what you hustle for?
My lawyer p*ssed, shе smell the pack when I walk in court
Cracking BoAs, you get fifty if you give me yours
Hit his block, two-fifty shots, boy, you know when it rain, it pours
[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Steppin' in some Christion Loubies, f*ck around and paint the floor
2023 Humvee, you see an H, them ain't Accords
sh*t, pull up with that tie breaker, tryna change the score
Immune to deuces, f*cked around and had to face a four

[Verse 7: Prince Jefe]
Hopped out with the switch, f*ck with the clique, then we gon' hang you
I been in the sticks selling white girl like Topanga
f*ck a song, in a tittie bar with a banger
Boy, my money long, now these hoes begging me to slay 'em

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Throwing bullets at the opps, me and bro Eli and Peyton
Cuddy need an exorcism, he too eye-to-eye with Satan
Tryna act tough, but he the type of guy to write a statement
Shroom trippin', I'm so high, might go and fly the spaceship

[Verse 9: Prince Jefe]
You the type of n*gga hit the club, but don't throw sh*t
I'm the type to get it off of drugs, 'cause I'm loaded
Riding to the 10, eight hundred grams in the Focus
I dropped out of school and hit the streets for my diploma

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
sh*t, my pop looking like it need an oil change
Pop out with that cannon, shooting sh*t like I'm Royal Pain
Told Scrumble meet me down on— I'm passing Coyle with it
f*ck a blender, put her in a pot, b*tch get boiled in it
[Verse 11: Prince Jefe]
Yo
Meet a b*tch tonight, tomorrow on a train
I'm on parole, don't tell my PO I roll with the Drac'
I hawk him with this LMG, why would you run away?
I ran it up off CP, scamming in the A

[Verse 12: BabyTron]
Stabbing in the foreign, would've thought it came from Crystal Lake
Think he f*cking with the gang, he must be off some crystal meth
Thousand-dollar Lanvins, been played out the Triple S
Me and Prince tag teamed this B and laid this b*tch to rest
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