MOBTIES Lyrics

Ridin dirty im ridin dirty

Aye shout out gang, free them steppasfree them boys!

Ridin dirty mama say im finna end up in a bad spot

I'm in the labby makin chicken of off mad yachts its mad hot

But im keeping it militant, im in a tint

Fishin tryna shoot at a ligament

Mob ties, i dont really gotta say much so if they try to test it

I'm gon let the switchy spray bunch

This aint a punch, hollow tip for a fuck boy

I gotta hold my blicky no believing in luck boy

Tucked toys, they be hiding in plain sight

My runner on the phone i made em get it the same night

Using muscle like its "hustle & flow" hoes trickin

We aint slippin got the drop on the Lo, Go!

I aint really tryna party cuz im tryna catch a win

Made a flood outta blood

Never dizzy, gotta spin inna splizzy tryna catch another pin

Aint no kizzy i get busy got a sniper for ya chin, twin

Never full stayin hungry for another plate

Shawty in her feelings imma save her

For another date, wait

Hoe i aint tryna be ya man

Cuz im tryna get this shit up

From the mud, from the sand

I demand everything, i demand everything

Like what i say that i demand everything

I'm just feeding neccesity the ruler

Of my destiny young king

You aint getting the best of me

He be talking, she be talking

What they say

I'm a fool if i dont spray out the tool

Everyday imma rule

Fuck a bitch ill never trust it

Never cuff it, gettin deeper in my baggy

I'mma stuff it who want smoke im finna puff it!

Smoke im finna puff it

Free all them gang members man

Free all them killers

Free all them steppas man

Long live the guys got hella fies

Grrrr paow!