Mob Ties Lyrics

Fasho

Aye

Nigga you gon fall say if you ain't got yo shoes tied

Promise you get to selling anything may roll in mob ties

Independent movin young extruding where's my cosign

High can't be no low life

Post she instantly go check my profile

Gotta get me a new whip and that bitch gon need some low miles

Only had the driver seat and sunroof top to drop down

I ain't make no whining sounds just tuned in fixed to keep around

Ain't no feeling sorry for yourself this world gon make you drown

Out the west I got this left coast on my back in the cartel

All the extras we just give for the low so you might as well cop two pairs

Ain't no safe I'm putting all my gains inside the wall oh yeah

On that scale be eighty for this quarter

Good dope you gon sail like Lil Boat

None of that crying

No you wasn't crying when you was in motion

Rick Ross boss of myself hell yeah my parents get one up on me

Fried ass niggas bologna

I cut off a couple of homies

A lot of these bitches be really distractions cuddle up wanna just hold you

Good with my left but I'm better with right so you know I'ma stick to my go to

Always reflecting a nigga like me

Out of the box I ain't normal

Fuck a right hand man im solo

Couple real niggas I can call on

I just sit back in my corner

Lawn chair too many folding up

Nigga you gon fall say if you ain't got yo shoes tied

Promise you get to selling anything may roll in mob ties

Independent movin young extruding where's my co-sign

High can't be no low life

Post she instantly go check my profile

Gotta get me a new whip and that bitch gon need some low miles

Only had the driver seat and sunroof top to drop down

I ain't make no whining sounds just tuned in fixed to keep around

Ain't no feeling sorry for yourself this world gon make you drown

Moving stupid got caught acting like you knew them fuckin facts

Heavy set big body big bones this shit taking off the fat

A up on my hat it stand for asshole close your fuckin trap

Trappin' out the whip dispense on wheels no white in my trap

Off the rip

Off the bat

Couple cats been on my hat

Stephen Jackson warrior I only keep that shit a stak

It might've not happened yet but it's gon happen watch what happens

Consequently when you don't

Mr.Omar yeah it's gon end tragic

Aye

(Like yeah it's gon get tragic aye)

Hot Box the garage from blowing woods how you I think I had met Casper

GMO with dosido hella good strain I been matching

Yeah aye

Nigga you gon fall say if you ain't got yo shoes tied

Promise you get to selling anything may roll in mob ties

Independent movin young extruding where's my co-sign

High can't be no low life

Post she instantly go check my profile

Gotta get me a new whip and that bitch gon need some low miles

Only had the driver seat and sunroof top to drop down

I ain't make no whining sounds just tuned in fixed to keep around

Ain't no feeling sorry for yourself this world gon make you drown