CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Mob Ties


One of my biggest fears is my n***as switching up
Sad they heart ain't really big enough
And we ride 'round with guns probably big as us
And we be on some 2Pac sh*t Hit 'Em Up

Tell them spin a bin they send shots fly
Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5
And I ride with the mob, just got mob ties
And I just pull up and hop out the coupe, it got frog eyes
Ayy ayy
n***a play with Unfoonk, and get hardtied
n***a play with Unfoonk, then they all die
Talking 'bout knocking out your big homie
Even he small fry, why would I lie

Old murder never switching up
You say you n***as gangsters, you ain't did enough
Spin the block a couple times think they did enough
Hail Mary 2Pac sh*t I'm bout to Hit 'Em Up
And listen up, disrespect you n***a crazy
Your work ethic lazy
Blackhead on a n***a 8 Mile shoot him shady
I get wicked with this paper
Don’t get me thinking crazy
Send the word to them [?]
Every n***a around me wicked
Like why would I lie
Slime [?] n***a like ya ya ya
If I ever told a soul I’m like nah nah nah
I won’t change on my brother for nah nah nah

Tell them spin a bin they send shots fly
Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5
And I ride with the mob, just got mob ties
And I just pull up and hop out the coupe, it got frog eyes
Ayy ayy
n***a play with Unfoonk, and get hardtied
n***a play with Unfoonk, then they all die
Talking 'bout knocking out your big homie
Even he small fry, why would I lie

Why would I lie, I got mob ties
When they see the gang feel the change and they get frog eyed
And I’ve been right round the way, it’s not a long ride
So if you ’bout it be about it at all times
And I’m tryna run my racks up on n***as
But they wanna make me act up on n***as
But they say a young n***a wrong riding with killas
But they don’t know, just how you gotta ride, when you got them figures
And they don’t know just how you gotta ride when you that n***a
The choppa on the floor but I got the Glock right here in the middle
And I want you think it’s sweet but it’s really sour when it gets bitter
Once a lil n***a, I’ve been riding ’round have a bag up, now I’m bigger

Tell them spin a bin they send shots fly
Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5
And I ride with the mob, just got mob ties
And I just pull up and hop out the coupe, it got frog eyes
Ayy ayy
n***a play with Unfoonk, and get hardtied
n***a play with Unfoonk, then they all die
Talking 'bout knocking out your big homie
Even he small fry, why would I lie

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