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Mob Ties
335
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob Ties wurde am 11. April 2025 von Level 8/LLC4 Records/Priority Records als Teil des Albums Free The Trophy veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum11. April 2025
LabelLevel 8/LLC4 Records/Priority Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM89

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bkandzmb3z
Bkandzmb3z
Rap
Acito
Acito
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayniko Flores
Rayniko Flores
Songwriter
Rinat Akhmetshin
Rinat Akhmetshin
Songwriter
Jesse Carlo Desa
Jesse Carlo Desa
Songwriter
Alexander Murphy
Alexander Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Le Hombre
Le Hombre
Producer
JayBallin
JayBallin
Producer
Moustafa Moustafa
Moustafa Moustafa
Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Grrah, grrah
Yeah
Three of 'em, ****
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Yeah, look
Ay, left hand, blue rag, cuh tell the truth
How slow could he be, he wasn't hunnit Proof
The way Osama got spanked, it should be abuse
Suckers get smoked in real life, y'all can have the booth
New money like I'm Zeke, bitch my door official
And I feel like Chucka hoe, when I ride with Nickle
Blue wheelchair emoji, I am not cripple
Get you X like Malcolm, don't play the middle
You know Bands love hundiddy like they love titties
Talkin' like they got the lo', tell 'em come get me
Lung catcher, love smoke but I am not hippie
Do a **** like Bris if it get tricky
MB more blues, more body bags
FB forever banger, you ain't gotta ask
3z he still sleep, I can't give a pass
I got F's but I got B's, never went to class
Speaking on the A's, and I'm creeping with my loafs
Catch a **** eating bread and on my Momma we gon' toast
.223s fully gleeks, better watch how you approach
Promise once you hear that, "Brrr" then you know that **** gone
One Seven, 38, **** better not try to escape
I got paid killers 'round me, I'll put some on the plate
Fuck a faggot, fuck a crow, **** know that's what I'm on
Catch a **** up on Ralph, then we gon' put some in his dome
You ain't the Mob, on my momma you can't say we locked in
We in that striker with that chopper, we gon' leave him boxed in
Play with Bkandz that's on my momma, we gon' push up on your mans
50 thousand in VVS, 'cause a **** really can
Put a pendant 'round my youngin, he gon' knock your man's off
Let me see you throw that F up, we gon' knock your hands off
Drop a factor from your section, we gon' call that hats off
And when the Dracy hit his face, it sound like a hacksaw
Written by: Alexander Murphy, Jesse Carlo Desa, Rayniko Flores, Rinat Akhmetshin
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