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Mob Ties
19
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob Ties was released on April 23, 2026 by NLess Entertainment as a part of the album Mob Ties - Single
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Release DateApril 23, 2026
LabelNLess Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatpocket
Fatpocket
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevon Bruten
Stevon Bruten
Lyrics
Matheson Hall
Matheson Hall
Composer
Koya Yamada
Koya Yamada
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
vinxia
vinxia
Producer
Cloudy Beatz
Cloudy Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah (Uh)
Uh, yeah (Vinxia)
Uh, yeah (Shout out Cloudy)
Uh
I'm a million dollar **** without a chain or a watch
I been flyin' first class, I was playin' with them pots
They start hatin' on me 'cause they see me countin' a lot
Trap jumpin', now the police tryna run in the spot (Trap jumpin')
Jumpin' out the whip clean, it's a brand-new 'fit (It's a brand-new 'fit)
Twenty bands in my jeans with a brand-new bitch (With a brand-new bitch)
Ain't nobody had my back when I was down to my last (My last)
I was stressin' 'bout the bills, now I'm showin' my ass (Now I'm showin' my ass)
I be actin' like a don up in Louis Vuitton (Up in Louis Vuitton)
Take my baby to the store, you get whatever you want (Get whatever you want)
I done lapped **** before and I'ma lap 'em again (I'ma lap 'em again)
My bitch wanna be your boss, she pulled up in the Benz (Pulled up in the Benz)
I ain't breakin' shit down, I ain't need no scale (Need no scale)
If they put the pressure on him, bruh, I know he gon' tell (I know he gon' tell)
I'ma go and get the cheese, ain't no way I'ma fail (Ain't no way, no way)
This shit happened overnight, I took plenty of L's (I took plenty of L's)
Drop top, bend the corner, I'm the man in the hood (I'm the man in the hood)
****, the trenches got a certain understandin', we good (Understandin', we good)
I told him go and get a pack and then turn it to two (Okay, okay)
I'm tryna run them bands up, stack 'em up to the roof (Okay, okay)
They let my brother out the feds, he came home with that bread
Ain't nothin' comin' to a **** playin' 'round and scared (Nah)
I ain't need no rap money, I just jumped in the field (Uh, field)
My lil' dog, he got court, hope he win his appeal (Win his appeal)
Put my life on the line, get rich every time
I jump up, get the cheese at the drop of a dime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep spendin' racks on this lil' bitch 'cause she fine (Okay)
Hundred bands in the duffel bag, it keep bustin' out the rubber band (Yeah)
I got forty on my watch and on my other hand, I'ma kick the door down, bring my brothers in
I'm a million dollar **** without a chain or a watch
I been flyin' first class, I was playin' with them pots (Playin' with them pots)
They start hatin' on me 'cause they see me countin' a lot
Trap jumpin', now the police tryna run in the spot
Jumpin' out the whip clean, it's a brand-new 'fit (It's a brand-new 'fit)
Twenty bands in my jeans with a brand-new bitch (With a brand-new bitch)
Ain't nobody had my back when I was down to my last (Down to my last)
I was stressin' 'bout the bills, now I'm showin' my ass (Now I'm showin' my ass)
I be actin' like a don up in Louis Vuitton (Up in Louis Vuitton)
Take my baby to the store, you get whatever you want (Get whatever you want)
Take my baby to the store, you get whatever you want (Get whatever you want)
Written by: Koya Yamada, Matheson Hall, Stevon Bruten
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