Mob Ties

I got my gun when I walk through they P's

M.O.G., ****, I W.E

Hit the flock and just watch the load

Got that boy in that bitch

Think he paid for the leave

I might cut you once I get the shot

Hit the boy like a triple once I get the thief

Set the plug like I'm 100 once I get the thief

Step back, boot sack, ****, better play deep

**** better not pay me to party

I'mma walk with my gun in this bitch

Why the fuck **** runnin' this shit?

Got my G, I'm in love with this bitch

I got 22 shots, so bull, just watch that whip

Like, I go face, go brick the whole mob

Big trickle, I pay who invest

If she thinks shit illogical, eat my dick

Like, what? Huh? I stuffed that bitch

Like, now we got the winner for y'all

We just stowed up, and y'all **** tricked

Like, trick or kill, I have to go kill

Like, G-Lock, F is the third, that's still

Like, on the smelly, I got me no deal

Like, we at the block, that's a baffling hill

We don't know nothin', don't even gotta aim

Been through the holes, we boutta make a stray

Swishy, go back, try to do the game

Don't need smoke up, I'm broke, we're spittin' anything

Y'all hit my dick, my dog like he's claimin'

I ask that I stop, we're goin' through the rain

Chain up a ton, I always let it swing

3.57, spittin' out the muzzle

Knockers involved, I do not wanna tussle

Bitch in my body, grab out of my pocket

Spit to my heart like, ****, we like Dust you

Bitches up top like, nah, I cannot love you

Hops in the slot, I'm fuckin' up his muscle

Toppin' some shit like, fuckin' up my hustle

Fuck for the night like, no, we not a couple

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

G on, G on my body, the D's on my dick

No, I cannot consent, so don't stop and frisk

No, I cannot confess, but I'll catch a hit

No, they not tryna spin, so I make a diss

Everyone keep on thinkin' they're not one of them

Till I pull up and show them how I really get it

He thinks he is crazy, I ain't back

Like, I'm spinnin' wet and die when I'm on the wet

When I spin one shot, Jizzy gon' throw what is left

Chase him down off the street till I run out of breath

I start to click until ain't nothin' left

Where the bro takes a trip if they talk on my death

My boy hit me up, say he tryna get high

Said that he got a lot of shit goin' through his mind

And I hit him back, 'cause I know the vibe

Yeah, I know how it feels when you're lonely inside

Outside in the jungle, just tryna survive

Anytime it's a trip, **** know I'm a slide

He ain't tryna throw, he ain't tryna provide

Get the fuck out my view, you can't get in his ride

Any **** you see me with, always on time

**** know I throw AMVs, you take one of mine

Grr graa pa pa!