Ty Mars - Jail Calls lyrics

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Ty Mars - Jail Calls lyrics

I'm making bendz on the road You making pen on the road All of my work should be bussing Whole lot of grams on the stove n***as don't be in them foreigns Riding with gang in the ghost They want to light up a lighter Non of them n***as want smoke We ain't f**ing for no 4 rounds On the mission for the dough now I ain't be kissing these hoes now She s** me I'm spinning these hoes around Treat em just like a bowl of [?] n***as be hitting these hoes down They ain't never had blue money Chevy hitting every 4 rounds Back on my sh** Backing the grit Hundreds are stacking We could go at it blue chips All of these n***as be p**y with Jewelry n***as ain't never had straps on their hips Don't let me pull up and [?] That 57 and back of the 6 Hold up n***a got to wait a second Save me first I ain't taking second Eating good and I'm making seconds Send the card i get the job done sh** ain't even gonna take a second These n***as is broke and the pop sh** I fill them up with that hot sh** All of my n***as they gang banging They thugging they on some Pac sh** I see them boys ain't got no bread n***as they be on some pop sh** Hitters with me they got drop sh** And your shorty coming topless She be dripping off the watches And she know I got a bag with me So it's going off when we shopping She gonna look you could take it off I'm with the ryte when we taking off She gonna s** me, that b**h is a nutty I bust in her face and I'm skating off I got some sh** that I'm dropping I got a brick that I'm copping I get the [?] like I'm [?] Non of my n***as are stopping [Outro]