"Mob Style" lyrics
wewantwraiths & Yasin Lyrics
My nigga turnin' knife after a drive-by
These bitches keep on mistakin' me for a calm guy
A lot of dark files if you listen to my archives
It was hard times, it hit different when your marj cries
Drug dealers and kingpinners with mob ties
In this life of mine there's no time for a love life
From a city where slugs fly
And all the creepy niggas still crawling like Bug's Life
It's gettin' darker on these roads, turn on the fog lights
This Porsche 911 green, we call it frog eyes
This feeling like no feeling, let's party
And how she feelin' me 'cause she thinkin' I'm buying Carti for her
Insinuate peace [?]
Daddy issues but I cannot be a father for her
She's sick as fuck, she keep throwing up all these gang signs
Livin' it up for my niggas that's doin' hard time (Yeah)
Jag har inte träffat nån på tusen år
Det igenom Apple Music folk får veta hur jag mår
Det går inte stoppa mina syskonbarn
Dom ba växer mer och mer för varje dag som går, yeah
Det klart att ni ska få en hel vers
När det kommer till att japp beats, [?] han är värst
Jag går alltid själv, inte han som går med tusen pers
För min dotter hade offrat tusen pers
Many men tryna end me
Det så obekvämt när hatarna beter sig friendly
Det svårt att va I stunden
Försöker se det från den ljusare sidan
Jag är tejpad runt munnen
Jag står I porten med en TT vid midjan
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yah), yeah-yeah
The house is so divided, they don't want us all to eat
Ever seen a hustler cryin' 'cause his grind is on repeat?
And his payments kept declining but he charges to the beat
Now instead he multiplyin', oh this lifestyle isn't cheap
You might catch him out in Paris tryna do up fashion week
Yeah, he's always in designer 'cause he likes to find the thing
Catch him out in Italy where baddies tellin', "Spit on me"
His hood prob'ly pissed at him, like why doesn't he bring me in
Don't you feel like that, I still love you endlessly
Hundred miles per hour, you got me going the wrong way
I'ma spin back for you broski, I promise, one day
Don't you feel like that, I will love you endlessly
Leicester, we got mob ties from Australia to Rinkeby
This one's for the guys to pour some lean and light a spliff for me, ah
These bitches keep on mistakin' me for a calm guy
A lot of dark files if you listen to my archives
It was hard times, it hit different when your marj cries
Drug dealers and kingpinners with mob ties
In this life of mine there's no time for a love life
From a city where slugs fly
And all the creepy niggas still crawling like Bug's Life
It's gettin' darker on these roads, turn on the fog lights
This Porsche 911 green, we call it frog eyes
This feeling like no feeling, let's party
And how she feelin' me 'cause she thinkin' I'm buying Carti for her
Insinuate peace [?]
Daddy issues but I cannot be a father for her
She's sick as fuck, she keep throwing up all these gang signs
Livin' it up for my niggas that's doin' hard time (Yeah)
Jag har inte träffat nån på tusen år
Det igenom Apple Music folk får veta hur jag mår
Det går inte stoppa mina syskonbarn
Dom ba växer mer och mer för varje dag som går, yeah
Det klart att ni ska få en hel vers
När det kommer till att japp beats, [?] han är värst
Jag går alltid själv, inte han som går med tusen pers
För min dotter hade offrat tusen pers
Many men tryna end me
Det så obekvämt när hatarna beter sig friendly
Det svårt att va I stunden
Försöker se det från den ljusare sidan
Jag är tejpad runt munnen
Jag står I porten med en TT vid midjan
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yah), yeah-yeah
The house is so divided, they don't want us all to eat
Ever seen a hustler cryin' 'cause his grind is on repeat?
And his payments kept declining but he charges to the beat
Now instead he multiplyin', oh this lifestyle isn't cheap
You might catch him out in Paris tryna do up fashion week
Yeah, he's always in designer 'cause he likes to find the thing
Catch him out in Italy where baddies tellin', "Spit on me"
His hood prob'ly pissed at him, like why doesn't he bring me in
Don't you feel like that, I still love you endlessly
Hundred miles per hour, you got me going the wrong way
I'ma spin back for you broski, I promise, one day
Don't you feel like that, I will love you endlessly
Leicester, we got mob ties from Australia to Rinkeby
This one's for the guys to pour some lean and light a spliff for me, ah
