MOBB TIES lyrics

[Verse 1: Fenix]
Dope dealers, young n*ggas on some mob sh*t
n*gga say he trippin', we gon' show him what a loss is
Water on me baby, young n*gga on my Voss sh*t
Golds in my mouth, poppin' percs, got me naseous
n*gga keep your cool, bro your life you almost lost it
f*ck her in the pool, young n*gga on some boss sh*t
Bape fit, Maisons touching pavement
Gang sh*t, n*ggas think they on the same sh*t
Hell nah, but I'm for real now
We be sippin' big juice, poppin' seals now
All my b*tches pray to me, I make 'em kneel down
Free my n*ggas, most my n*ggas doin' real time
Can't trust a b*tch who think she's hot if she f*ck real lime
Pour lean 'til I sleep, I'm tryna kill time
While you asleep for school I was breakin' in cars
Me and my n*ggas facing blunts 'cause he got faced with a charge
Mix a seven in a two liter, headed straight for the stars
All this money coming in, we headed straight to the Forbes
If you mention one of my n*ggas then we slide and knock yours
You want smoke, you get smoke, we gon' pull up for sure
Rap n*ggas worried 'bout some features
My n*ggas walkin' 'round with the sacks in our sneakers
Big body work, we been f*ckin' up the meters
Shawty wanna f*ck on a Libra
[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Swervin', gang sh*t, n*ggas lurkin'
Splurgin', I just blew a trap on a purple
Workin', yeah broke b*tch I be workin'
You broke, I don't give no f*cks, I'm a virgin
Curvin', you ain't gettin' to it, you worthless
I just be f*ckin' up my check on purpose
I just be ridin' 'round juggin', tryna murk sh*t
Five of us, got the chopper baby like I'ma hit like I'm a gang

[Verse 3: Fenix]
No I'm not, that's a motherf*ckin' change-up
Blicky in the console if a n*gga wanna bang some'
I'm a real n*gga, girl you f*ckin' with a fake one
All about the bread, I might f*ck around and bake some'
f*ck her from the back, I might f*ck around and break some'
Think before you act we gon' f*ck around and spray some'
Play dumb, b*tch you know a n*gga get it
Ride around the city with a seven summer sentence
b*tch I'm up now, I ain't up next
Your n*gga whack baby girl, let's have some fun sex
Say your pus*y hurt but I ain't even done yet
Twitter beefin' get you bullets where your lungs at

[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I'ma mack hard
While these lame tough n*ggas tryna act hard
Went from Neimans to Ballys, my lil black card
Poured off a four and a Sprite, sippin' on Wockhardt, hmm
n*ggas boostin' but they not hard
How you thuggin' in the field, workin' at Walmart?
Yeah you was doin' the dash, that was your mom's car
Swervin', switchin' lanes in the spaceship
You ain't tryna pay the fee, you's a lame b*tch
Hmm, goofy ass b*tch, you gotta pay for this
You see this young fly n*gga with this major drip
Big forty bulging with the laser kit
[Verse 5: Good Finesse]
I just want them blue strips
I pull a nine out and pop it at your loose lips
Whole pint, let me see it, I'ma Boonk it
See the gang, b*tch we savage, b*tch we ruthless, ridin' 'round too b*tch
Uzis and Rugers, you know I keep extended clips
f*ck on your main b*tch, I know it don't make any sense
Pass her on to Stinky, and then I'ma be hella rich
Then crack another pint because I like to f*ckin' sin
All these bands on the floor, man I can't count
Put the money in the money counter right now
When that b*tch hit a hundred, that's ten thou
Wrap him up, put him down, put him in right thou

[Verse 6: Ohgeesy]
I want lean, I want cash, I want straight drop
Want a b*tch with some ass and some great top
Servin' eighths of the gas and the Kate Moss
Every n*gga posted with me you know is a straight boss
Pour a six, and I lean with it
And I keep somethin' chunky with the beam in it
Off a bean, bitin' down, look at me with it
On the scene, wipe me down, lookin' clean with it
Twitter beef, I don't want none' of that
I just spent fifty racks but I want a hundred back
All you n*ggas hella broke, let's go make fun of that
If the pus*y hella tight then I'm gon' run it back, ayy
[Verse 7: Rob Vicious]
Young n*gga sick with it, yopper got a stick in it
That's my favorite pistol 'cause I hit a lot of licks in it
If you cannot beat it, then it's simple n*gga, get with it
They don't want no smoke just like a blunt that ain't got piff in it
Lil b*tch I'm Big Vicious, yopper got a stick in it
That's my favorite pistol, I can't even take a pic with it
RIP my brothers, free Foster out of that state prison
Shout out HellaWave and to all my killers I can't mention
Most these n*ggas really just talkin', these n*ggas ain't vicious
Doin' all that talkin' and walkin' because they ain't with it
I ain't takin' losses, lil b*tch be catious
And if I f*ck around, catch a body and I'ma toss it
Broke b*tches make me sick, naseuous
I'm a savage and I'm vicious, don't know what to call it
When I say we be off the drink ain't talkin' alcoholic
I do sh*t you n*ggas can't, that's why I bought it