Lyrics Family Ties (feat. Dreskii) - Veyster

Look, my head fucked up, just let me talk to the mic
Miss my nigga RJ, but it's gon' be alright
I ain't tryna hit the gas, I'm tryna muddy up the Sprite
Me and Vey high as hell tryna figure out a
Flight

I don't have to buy a switch cause I'm a finger fuck it right
Steady sayin' it's your bitch, she sayin you don't hit it right
This nigga really sent the lo, he must wanna
Die tonight

I done seen the red flags, I don't care cause I'm toxic
I lost it all and got it back, nigga I was locked in
I'll spin by myself, and make everybody drop dead
I copped two sev, but I don't need it, I'm
A hothead

It's no pity for you niggas, I can't ever show sympathy
You ain't Broadway or Brokeboys, you not kin to me

I know you ain't my bitch, but you bein too friendly
Told the opps if they want they friend back to dig him up
Reggie got hit all in his face, can't pick him up
If a K go through a nigga face, could you stitch him up?

Damn, I ain't think so
Me and just went on a play, that's the bang bro
You can fuck my bitch, I'll fuck your bitch, that's how the game go
Damn, these hoes for everybody I know some niggas talkin' hella crazy, never caught a body

I know some niggas talkin' hella crazy, never caught a body

If brodie wanna do it, then I wanna do it
I would give you my heart, if I do that, then you might lose it
High as fuck off the lean, I wanna stop, but I abuse it
Got tired of puttin' niggas on, I'm cuttin' ties, I'm too ruthless

Panoramic roof, I got the shoes to match the coupe
Niggas said he was gon' kill me, are you dumb? Are you stupid?
That's the first mistake you made, cuffin' hoes for the coochie
They can flick us up, but I ain't trippin', swear to God, I'm gon' lose em

I cut up in traffic, blicky on me, ain't no crashin
Brodie got that button his shit, fully automatic
Get to trippin' in the function, we throw bullets, you can't tackle
I ain't trippin' bout that bitch, it's crazy, I already had her

Got the money counter-beepin', had to cut her off, she tweaking
You can tell me all about it, but I already been seen it
I can tell you everything, but I can't make you believe it
She be tellin' me it's love, what is love? I don't need it

Got her drippin' off the seat, and she keep lookin' at me, cheesing
I just came to get a check, do my set, then I'm leaving
I just do this shit for fun, nigga, this shit it been easy
Why you put the cuffs on her? She a well-known eater

Why you put your trust in me? I'm a well-known demon
I could put you on my team, but I don't really fuck with leeches
I could put you on my song, but I don't really want no features
I could put you on the stage, but I can't fuckin' teach, nigga