"Mob Ties" lyrics
(feat. Sha Gz, Ndotspinalot, Yavi DG)
[Yavi DG:]
Come on, you no chance with me, like
[Sha Gz:]
I got my gun when I walk through they P's
It won't jam, it got WD
Get to flockin', just watch how lil' Ndot OD
Got that boy in the bench like he play for the league
I'm like Curry once I get the shot
Get the ball, I'ma dribble once I get the three
Set the pick on 'em, I'm Harden once I get the E
Set back, move tact, nigga better play D
Niggas better not invite me to parties
I'ma walk with my gun in this bitch
Why the fuck niggas runnin' and shit?
Got my G, I'm in love with this bitch
[Nesty Gzz:]
Bitch, I got twenty-two shots, told bro just watch that whip
Like, I go face, go bend the whole mob
Big Draco, I bet he won't miss
If she think she the line, she gon' eat my dick
Like what? Huh? I'm stuffin' that bitch
Like, and we got the one-up on y'all
We just goin' up, and y'all niggas drid
Like, shoot to kill, I have to go kill
Like, G-lock, FNs, go dumb with that switch (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Like, all this money, I got me no deal
Like, we [?] Beverly Hills
[Ndotspinalot:]
Beam on the knock, don't even gotta aim (Baow)
Bend through the O's, we 'bout to make a strain (Baow, baow, baow)
Switchy gon' pull him trottin' through the gate (Through the gate)
Don't be smokin' bro-bro, we spinnin' any day (Any day)
Yavi my demon, throwin' like he Klay (Grrah)
Man, the S not outside, we goin' through the Rey (Grrah, grrah)
Chain never tucked, gon' always let it swing (On bro, grrah, grrah)
.357 spittin' out the muzzle (Out the muzzle)
Knockers and four-fives, do not wanna tussle (Baow)
Bitch on my body, grabbin' on my buckle (Baow, baow, baow)
Spin through my hood, like, nigga, we might dust you (Baow, baow, baow)
Bitch is a thot, like, no, I cannot love you (At all)
Hots is flyin', fuckin' up his muscle
Die for some shit, like, fuck it, I'ma hustle (On bro)
Wolf for the 'net, like, no, we not a couple (At all)
[Yavi DG:]
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah
G on— G on my body, the D's on my dick, no, I cannot consent
[?]
No, I cannot confess, but I'll catch a hit
No, they not tryna spin, so I'll make a diss
Everyone keep on thinkin' they not one of them 'til I pull up and show 'em how I really get
He think he crazy? Alright, bet
Like, I'm spinnin' with Ndot when I'm on the west
When I spin with Sha Gz, he gon' throw with his left
Chase him down off the street 'til I run outta breath
I start to clickin' 'til ain't nothin' left
Word to bro, take a trip if they talk on my deads
Like, bro hit me up, said he tryna get high
Said that he got a lot of shit goin' through his mind
And I hand him Backwoods, I know the vibes
Y'all know how it feel when you lonely inside
Outside in the jungle, was tryna survive
Any time it's a trip, niggas know I'ma slide
He ain't tryna throw, he ain't tryna provide
Get the fuck out my V, you can't get in this ride
Any nigga you see me with always on time
Niggas know I throw eight if you take one of mine
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, baow, baow
Come on, you no chance with me, like
[Sha Gz:]
I got my gun when I walk through they P's
It won't jam, it got WD
Get to flockin', just watch how lil' Ndot OD
Got that boy in the bench like he play for the league
I'm like Curry once I get the shot
Get the ball, I'ma dribble once I get the three
Set the pick on 'em, I'm Harden once I get the E
Set back, move tact, nigga better play D
Niggas better not invite me to parties
I'ma walk with my gun in this bitch
Why the fuck niggas runnin' and shit?
Got my G, I'm in love with this bitch
[Nesty Gzz:]
Bitch, I got twenty-two shots, told bro just watch that whip
Like, I go face, go bend the whole mob
Big Draco, I bet he won't miss
If she think she the line, she gon' eat my dick
Like what? Huh? I'm stuffin' that bitch
Like, and we got the one-up on y'all
We just goin' up, and y'all niggas drid
Like, shoot to kill, I have to go kill
Like, G-lock, FNs, go dumb with that switch (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Like, all this money, I got me no deal
Like, we [?] Beverly Hills
[Ndotspinalot:]
Beam on the knock, don't even gotta aim (Baow)
Bend through the O's, we 'bout to make a strain (Baow, baow, baow)
Switchy gon' pull him trottin' through the gate (Through the gate)
Don't be smokin' bro-bro, we spinnin' any day (Any day)
Yavi my demon, throwin' like he Klay (Grrah)
Man, the S not outside, we goin' through the Rey (Grrah, grrah)
Chain never tucked, gon' always let it swing (On bro, grrah, grrah)
.357 spittin' out the muzzle (Out the muzzle)
Knockers and four-fives, do not wanna tussle (Baow)
Bitch on my body, grabbin' on my buckle (Baow, baow, baow)
Spin through my hood, like, nigga, we might dust you (Baow, baow, baow)
Bitch is a thot, like, no, I cannot love you (At all)
Hots is flyin', fuckin' up his muscle
Die for some shit, like, fuck it, I'ma hustle (On bro)
Wolf for the 'net, like, no, we not a couple (At all)
[Yavi DG:]
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah
G on— G on my body, the D's on my dick, no, I cannot consent
[?]
No, I cannot confess, but I'll catch a hit
No, they not tryna spin, so I'll make a diss
Everyone keep on thinkin' they not one of them 'til I pull up and show 'em how I really get
He think he crazy? Alright, bet
Like, I'm spinnin' with Ndot when I'm on the west
When I spin with Sha Gz, he gon' throw with his left
Chase him down off the street 'til I run outta breath
I start to clickin' 'til ain't nothin' left
Word to bro, take a trip if they talk on my deads
Like, bro hit me up, said he tryna get high
Said that he got a lot of shit goin' through his mind
And I hand him Backwoods, I know the vibes
Y'all know how it feel when you lonely inside
Outside in the jungle, was tryna survive
Any time it's a trip, niggas know I'ma slide
He ain't tryna throw, he ain't tryna provide
Get the fuck out my V, you can't get in this ride
Any nigga you see me with always on time
Niggas know I throw eight if you take one of mine
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, baow, baow
