BL Mob Ties lyrics

[Intro]
(Nutso, what the f*ck goin' on)
f*ck goin, nig'
Hrrtl
Yeen talm bout Glock yeen talm bout none, n*gga

[Verse]
The opposition, catch him lackin, I'm tryna get em
And its just because these n*ggas snitching, I ride with that 450
Seen another n*gga pistol my fingers got kinda sticky
This ain't looking like beef, man that's roast chicken (Huh, yeah)
Young n*gga 15 with dope kickin'
If you cross the 4 we give you 4 stitches
The b*tch said "we done" I got more b*tches
Play with us we tote the 30 extension
Had the Glock 19, man I'm reminiscing
Don't play with this sh*t we get down to business
Took off on the cops, this a V12 engine (V12)
BabyLife we gon' leave a Hunnid shеllz missin
Ever seen a shootout up in the trenchеs?
Said its up, I grab this semi I'm glitching
And this 50 on me just in case we catch a n*gga slippin
Spank the lil baby for internet dissin
Draw down on his ass, the n*gga was p*ssin (b*tch, hrrtl, hrrtl)
Yeen talm' bout no Glock, lil n*gga you just dissin
And I had the draco on me not to mention
I just let you know if they want some tension
I just let you know, n*gga (Just letchu know)
Got mothaf*ckin mob ties with these vampires
Put on these cartiers, she call me four eyes
Hrrtl, I see a opp' ISpy (ISpy')
But this sh*t that Remy, that n*gga gon' die
Hit they block up thats on 425
I blend in with' the killers, need no disguise
If shawty 4 corners betchu that's my guy
If I up the lil' semi promise you gon' die