Siya - My Sons lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (x2) Siya My sons (x2) Watch [?] New York City, then why you gotta say 'yo son' after every sentence? I'm not your kid I'm not your child Why I gotta be your son Money B I call you son cuz you sound like one [Siya] Yeah I do this sh** for my sons I move a brick with my sons I hit a lick with my sons Empty the tip with my sons I hold it down with my sons I run the town with my sons I called the plat for my son Please do not f** with my son I'm in the hood with my sons Up to no good with my sons You know we got hoes on the way I pull a jug with my sons Then we count up the money f** a n***a acting funny Come and try to take it from me Watch how my n***as go dummy [Chorus x2] My sons (x3) Watch how my n***as go dummy I'm in the streets with my sons You know where I be with my sons You don't want beef with my sons Cuz we got the keys and the guns [?] in the game Better tuck in all your chains Cuz these n***as don't play And these n***as need chains You know that my city is with me You know how these n***as be livin' You know that we get to the chicken You know that we really be with it Four fifth for the shotty Bad b**hes, no thotties Dice game in the lobby Hennessey in my body [Chorus x2] My sons (x3) Watch how my n***as go dummy