​i cut ties lyrics

[Chorus]
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 n*gga got bands
Yeah, gettin' that cash (Cash), I'on got no friends (Yeah)
f*ckin' with these bad b*tches, all of them tens (Yeah, sh*t, 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 f*ckin' 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, b*tch tryna geek (Geek) off the tab, yuh

[Chorus]
I cut ties with her (Ties), yеah (Yeah, yeah)
Now I'm tryna run up this sack (Sack, yeah)
Now I was tryna go flip that pack, yеah (Yeah)
I was down bad, now a n*gga got bands
Yeah, gettin' that cash (Cash), I'on got no friends (Yeah)
f*ckin' with these bad b*tches, all of them tens (Yeah, sh*t, 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 f*ckin' 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, b*tch tryna geek (Geek) off the tab, yuh