Mob Ties

Aye, sick of these **** (Sick)

I'm sick of these **** (Sick, sick)

Hire some help

Get rid of these ****

Sick of this shit

Move to the Ritz

Turned out the bitch (Hey)

It is what it is, yeah

GLE 'cause that Lambo' movin' fast (Skrrt)

S-Class, G-Class, lot of class

In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrrt skrrt)

Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

I'm sick of these **** (Sick)

I'm sick of these **** (Sick, sick)

Hire some help

Get rid of these ****

Fuck what it was

It is what it is

Whatever you did

It is what it is

And I'm so tired (Tired)

I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)

Knock you off to pay their tithes

They want me gone, but don't know why

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that

It's too late for all that, aye

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that, aye

It's too late for all that, aye

Sick of these ****

I'm sick of these ****

Hire some help

Get rid of these ****

I'm not with the rah-rah

I am a Dada

My bitch in Chanel now

Your bitch in Escada

(Sick, sick, sick, sick)

Yeah

And they shook

Please don't let 'em fool ya, I don't care how they look (No)

Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)

Twenty nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (Cook)

Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists

Yes, I be with Future, but I like to reminisce (Yeah)

I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (Yeah)

Try to tell 'em they ain't gotta do it, they insist (They insist)

Yeah, I could tell

I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (Two)

Standin' over coffin with a hammer and nail (Two)

Heard you hit up so-and-so, that name don't ring a bell

Nah, sick of these **** (Sick)

Hire some help

Get rid of these ****

I'm sick of this shit (Sick, sick)

I'm runnin' a blitz (Aye)

Whatever you did (Aye)

It is what it is

And I'm so tired (Tired)

I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)

Knock you off to pay their tithes

They want me gone, but don't know why

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that

It's too late for all that, aye

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit

I'm your brother shit, all that other shit

It's too late for all that, aye

It's too late for all that