Bino Rideaux Tied To Me
[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Save me
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, save
Woah, oh
[Chorus]
Shawty tied to me (Yeah)
I turn my back, how you gon' lie to me? (Yeah, save me)
If I needed you, is you gon' slide to me? (Yeah)
Want you in that Birkin, that shit fly to me (Yeah)
Want you in that jet, that shit a vibe to me
I got my trauma, ain't no hidin' from me (Ain't no hidin' from me)
I know your side ain't comin' like my side comin'
How I'm 'posed to stay real when niggas dyin' in front of me?
How I'm 'posed to stay real when you was lyin' to me?
[Verse]
It's somethin' special in your eyes to me (It's somethin' special in your eyes)
We was at the botoom, I had to rise from it
How I let them niggas take my guys from me? (Woah-woah)
Had to keep them niggas from beside of me
You still gon' love me when you tired of me (You still gon' love me when you tired of me)
As long as it's gon' print, I got a pile of it (Yeah)
I just hope my brother up there proud of me (Proud of me)
Know that ain't gonna get nothing up out of me (Up out of me, yeah)
I love the way they doubted me
Tell me how you want it, ain't no problem with that (Ain't no problem with that)
How come you ain't leave when I wasn't 'bout nothin' yet? (When I wasn't 'bout nothin' yet)
[Chorus]
Shawty tied to me (Yeah)
I turn my back, how you gon' lie to me? (Yeah, save me)
If I needed you, is you gon' slide to me? (Yeah)
Want you in that Birkin, that shit fly to me (Yeah)
Want you in that jet, that shit a vibe to me
I got my trauma, ain't no hidin' from me (I got my trauma, ain't no hidin' from me)
I know your side ain't comin' like my side comin'
How I'm 'posed to stay real when niggas dyin' in front of me?
How I'm 'posed to stay real when you was lyin' to me?
[Bridge / Interlude]
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Okay, alright, so what is it gonna be?
Okay, like, like you're playing too many f..cking games with me, my nigga like
One day it's one thing, another day it's something else
You out here running these streets with all these other clown ass niggas like
Who the f..ck even? Like, who are you?
I mean, my friends are sitting here saying like, "When are you gonna drop this fool?"
Are you like, are you kidding me?
And what am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do when I'm, I'm sitting here
I'm, I'm doing what I'm supposed, I'm here loving you?
[Instrumental Outro]
