Tekst Utworu
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
I brought my Glock in this bitch
I ain't going for nothing
Lil bro keep a strap, put a hole in your stomach
Fuck all of that hoe shit
Lil bro why you mumbling?
Stop loving them hoes
Bro, they not a hundred
Sucked the whole click for a lil bit of money
Stay down with my dogs, if I call you they coming
Two **** pull up but they busting a hunnid
Ain't part of no band
Drummers hanging out of the matt
We gon' scoot up broad day like this, where you at?
I love when she say she don't need a ****
I might bust on her face like a fever blister
On my granny grave, I'm a different ****
Every verse I write is like a bible scripture
I'm a holly ****, yeah, yo main bitch
I let my partner hit her, yeah
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
Sipping on gin in a St. Laurent fur
I'm just digging her body, so into her
Might fuck on her or fuck her friend first
Both of them hoes, yeah, they digging my verse
Digging my style, they ain't know that I got 'em
They know how I rock and they know that I'm popping
**** approach me, get beat up like Rocky
Bitch I'm just hot like a motherfuckin' Taki
Don't play with me ****, don't play you bitches
I'm focused on riches, ain't worried about ****
Run up on me then I keep this bitch loaded
**** I'm pressure, I just might explode it
Applying pressure to these bitches and ****
I gotta get it for all of my siblings
I want a bag, yeah I'm focused on riches
Fuck the hoes I ain't worried about bitches
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
Mob ties
This what you look like in God eyes
Hop out the 'vette with the frog eyes
Never trust bitches, they all lies
All of yo partners some fall guys
Hit they ass up and they won't slide
Call my lil blood and he gon' ride
187, a homicide, a homicide
Written by: Michael Edwards
