Family Tradition Lyrics

Yeah

Twenty twenty-three bitch

I pour a four in my cup, and I sit down

I roll a bowl and I'm blitzed now

Nobody want to get dissed now

I don't go looking for no hoe ,I get picked out

I ain't saying no prayers but

I fucked that black haired bitch missionary

But when I'm done leave her house and go eat a bitch just like it's culinary

But fuck that shit leaning more towards solitary

Commissary paid for the ink on both my wrists

Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick

Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks

Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist

We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam fuck yo opinion

Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending

I done got used to this winning, I can't stop fucking these women

Chasing that muh fucking feeling, Big Thurmn yeah the one in a million

We the bad boys just like we the pistons

Family tradition

Really doing outlaw living Big Thurm waylon Jennings in a silverado Bitch

Fuck a hellcat if we spinning, it's a Duramax

Making me sick can't run shit but run around town pulling it around and ain't done shit

Yeah real muhfuckers in these bibs, on big boy shit since we was them kids

Every bitch you had done tasted my dick

White boy name ain't Rick, I ain't no baby I don't need no crib

White young Dolph, I'm a backwood pimp

Own my shit I don't pay no rent, working my shit bitch I earned these dents

Four deep in the smoke love that shit

Yeah I love that shit

Yeah

Woah

Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick

Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks

Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist

We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam so fuck yo opinion

Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending

Yeah I get ignant

Yeah I get ignant chill at the barn we ain't got no dishes

And I keep pole we ain't doing no fishing

And I cut a hoe off soon as she get to bitching

And I'm twenty-three just like Blake griffing

All the hoes way too close I need distance

I don't see no helping hands in assistance so I'm finna stay independent

I want a big ass chain with a pendant, I want a phat ass bitch I can fuck till I'm dickless

Work a bitch out just like it was fitness, too fucked up to have to feel it

Not all me I took when I was dealing, I don't care about my own

How can I give a damn about your feelings

Rip to my dawgs, damn I miss the real ones

Back in the day like a bunch of damn gremlin's

Four deep in a box top and we drilling

Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick

Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks

Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist

We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam so fuck yo opinion

Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending

Yeah I get ignant

Chill at the barn we ain't doing no dishes

And I keep pole we ain't doing no fishing

And I cut a hoe off soon as she get to bitching

And I'm twenty-three like I'm damn Blake griffing

Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick

Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks

Ran a pick and roll brody scored

And I got an assist roll with the fam so fuck yo opinion

Stay out my bidness bitch

Bitch

Yeah

Woah woah