"Mob Ties" lyrics
Yeah, fame, won't let it get to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
Bad bitch on my right, bad bitch on my left
One gettin' high as a kite and one cookin' up like a chef
Fucked up, passin' the loud to my bro, hope he don't go deaf
Draco make a nigga tweak out, woulda though his bitch ass was on meth
Louis boots in the snow, you see the LV prints in the steps
She crawl in my bed like a spider, so I just hit her ass wit' a web
Hit one-twenty on the dash, get flashbacks, nigga, my arrest
Strapped up wit' a firearm, nigga (Firearm), fuck the sheriff
Yeah, fame, won't let it get to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
Oh, they like, "Second verse, he don't do that"
No silly ho's, I don't do that
In a new house countin' new racks
And her cat tighter than a durag
I'm a wrap it, it look like I move packs
She got ass, I told her to move that
Hunnid shoes sittin' on my shoe rack
Bring the dub, but you know I'm a cool cat
I got the hustle in me
A hunnid on guns, yeah, I bought the semi
The Louis or Gucci, I'm rockin' Fendi
That nigga be broke, so it don't offend me
You know he fake gangsta, he still pretendin'
They kicked me out, I brought my gun in Lennex
And free the gang, they got them charges pendin'
We all get our money on weight and women
I did a whole bunch, think I need an Emmy
A real ass nigga, got that gangsta in me
Hit my trap, what yo ass need? A P?
Booty call, but I'm goin' to sleep
Pussy not important, ballin' like I'm Jordan
Fuck her like a porn, left her heart torn
Ricks on my feet, these was never worn
Feb twenty-first a trap king was born
(The fuck is you sayin', nigga?)
Fame, won't let it ghet to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
Bad bitch on my right, bad bitch on my left
One gettin' high as a kite and one cookin' up like a chef
Fucked up, passin' the loud to my bro, hope he don't go deaf
Draco make a nigga tweak out, woulda though his bitch ass was on meth
Louis boots in the snow, you see the LV prints in the steps
She crawl in my bed like a spider, so I just hit her ass wit' a web
Hit one-twenty on the dash, get flashbacks, nigga, my arrest
Strapped up wit' a firearm, nigga (Firearm), fuck the sheriff
Yeah, fame, won't let it get to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
Oh, they like, "Second verse, he don't do that"
No silly ho's, I don't do that
In a new house countin' new racks
And her cat tighter than a durag
I'm a wrap it, it look like I move packs
She got ass, I told her to move that
Hunnid shoes sittin' on my shoe rack
Bring the dub, but you know I'm a cool cat
I got the hustle in me
A hunnid on guns, yeah, I bought the semi
The Louis or Gucci, I'm rockin' Fendi
That nigga be broke, so it don't offend me
You know he fake gangsta, he still pretendin'
They kicked me out, I brought my gun in Lennex
And free the gang, they got them charges pendin'
We all get our money on weight and women
I did a whole bunch, think I need an Emmy
A real ass nigga, got that gangsta in me
Hit my trap, what yo ass need? A P?
Booty call, but I'm goin' to sleep
Pussy not important, ballin' like I'm Jordan
Fuck her like a porn, left her heart torn
Ricks on my feet, these was never worn
Feb twenty-first a trap king was born
(The fuck is you sayin', nigga?)
Fame, won't let it ghet to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it
