family ties (DISTORZION Remix) [Mixed] [S.I.B. Mixtape #004] lyrics

[Intro: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Hittin' that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that b*tch
c*m in that b*tch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that b*tch (Yeah)

[Drop: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that—

[Verse: Baby Keep]
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, beat 'em up, beat 'em up (Ah)
I was seein' double in the projects
Mad at myself, learned to put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And n*ggas wanna play both sides
It's a red dot, don't get on the wrong red eyе
It's a headshot, Damien Kane, woo, thеm guys
f*ck around and bury two of them guys
I'm OD in Paris, I'm OD in France
I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil' dance
I'm f*ckin' the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swervin' through rumors
Avoidin' the trends and duckin' the hoes
I'm duckin' the loonies that come with the shows
I'm grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most n*ggas fold
I tell you my past, that sh*t don't get old
But how could you ask like I don't be writin' my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep, just tap in and ask where I'm at, ho
[Drop: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that—
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
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Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that—