Tied In lyrics

[Verse 1: SGBilly]
Where you find a will, you'll find a way
My n*ggas say we need a mil', Billy draw the play
Keep rocks, long nights in the D-dot
We hot, now I stand out, I'm a peac*ck
I got that chicken, b*tch comin' to eat c*ck
2023 drop, I'm pullin' to E stop
The Perkies took off, I still keep the E stocked
You can't tell me sh*t, I know that the D hot
When I slide and I ride, they play catch-up
Six Coneys, everything plus ketchup
Your b*tch blow me, I'm mustard, she ketchup
Got them digits, doctor visits, my checkup
Sippin' Trizzy, pop with it, got me messed up
Gettin' busy, my n*ggas never fess up
First time I whipped yams, I really F'd up
Lost like eight grams, I was strеssed up
Now we ballin' with them drops in thе driveway
Dog sh*t in my pants like I'm pops on Friday
All in, my bets ain't hedged, dog
All these twenties, I'm Sonic the Hedgehog
Snakes lurk, cut your grass, trim up your hedge, dog
My di*k a crawfish how she suckin' the head off
Only hit for bread, dog, and then I'ma head off
7.62s at his noggin, I'm knockin' his head off
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga try to steal from me and I'm choppin' his hands off
I got a hundred in the AR, we can have a standoff
'Nother glass pint of Hi-Tech, this a red call
She sucked the di*k good, when I left, told her— haha
When I left, told the b*tch to tell the head call me
Middleman, I just got a hundred 'bows of some regs off
My n*gga want ten pounds, cut the scale off
I'ma have to hit you back, I'm on a fed call
Hallucinating off the drank, I think I just seen a bear talk
.308'll take his face off like a bear claw
Ain't wore a rubber when I f*cked her, yeah, I hit her bare raw
She thick as f*ck and I'm icy, we just had a stare-off
Nine hundred for some lingerie that I'ma tear off
Them n*ggas sold dope on my block and got scared off
Beat his stupid ass with no gloves, hit him bare paw
And I just got another pint of Wock' from my grandpa
I'm a Ghetto Boy, but you knew that
Drove to the A with ninety racks, then we flew back
My fiend shot a ball of dog up, I'm finna shoot back
Left the crib with a hundred racks and brought two back, n*gga

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin' on
This sh*t on the floor, n*gga
810 sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?