Mobb ties 2 Lyrics

Real mob ties know that shit run deep, so the god damn run deep, I can be his slave

Real mob ties know that shit run deep, all this PTSD, I can't even sleep

Got a weak stomach, guarantee you ain't gon' eat

He chirping like a bird, popped him in his beak

Got this on my own, ain't nobody think of me

Only came up out the jungle, so I wear this mink on me

Give a fuck about what you think of me

I'm dripping, it's a leak on me

All black, no pink on me

I been out the city, made a lot of money there

Motherfucker still broke, shit funny there

How you had the same fit for a whole year

Why you pooped up at your mom's

Think it's out of fear

Stunting on the gram with your buddy bread

Got clean from that drink, I was a muddy head

Conversating with my demons, all I see is red

Pop him on his front porch, make him be the best

I drop my top on purpose

These niggas doing my shit like the circus

All these waves in my face, gotta surf in

It's Gucci, man, but you can call me Mr. Perfect

I'm perfect

And these books out there, I heard shit

From Zone 6, but I'm the number one draft pick

You going back, and your money doing backflips

I'm precious, yeah

Every day, they call me Saksville

I'm tripping good, got like 15 blocks of dandruff

You niggas never walk the block in my stash room

I took the whole cartel out of Cancun

Yeah, all this shit is like I'm repping in the bathroom

Scooch it

When I pull up on the fucking block, I get to busting

Got my finger on the fucking block

I finger fucked it

Ain't no bitch in this life I ever trusted

All this money got me rich

All these bitches look disgusted

Real mob type shit

Blow your top off like a fucking muffin

You like five heartbeats away from being David Ruffin

All that talking that you doing really ain't doing nothing

That boy a turkey

Watch how I fucking stuff him

You know I'm thumbing through the check, so get your bread up

Real mob type shit

I get you wet up

Fuck the cop

This shit can go down wherever I got

I'm a bad bitch

They want to fuck you wherever

Yeah, I'm way too clever

Man, you bitches just slow down

The way I'm putting out hits

I feel like Smokey from Motown

If I call up Lil Jonny, then that shit bout to go down

We gon' flood this bitch out until we hear no sound

We gon' flood this bitch out until we hear no sound

We gon' flood this bitch out until we hear no sound