Lyrics MOB TIES - Bino Rideaux feat. Fredo Bang

I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend that on that Birkin, yeah
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas tryin′ to get the game from me
Promise I'm still learnin′
I got it by my 'lone
I was broke but now I'm on though
Wavin′ like I′m Wheezy
This that beat I got from tone though
Shorty texted me trippin'
′Cause my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I'm back up in that mode though
Infant coot will fold bro
Lil shorty been feelin′ my mojo (aye)
I could pull up Cullinan
Put that bitch in traffic
Put that bitch on jets
Now she don't go through bag checks
Show me where it′s up at and we gone tap in, yeah
Brought that bitch them Louis shoes
She ain't mackin', yeah
Let that bitch sit moon roof
Is you tapped in yet?
Apply it, we gone move through it
Fuck this rappin′, yeah
Big truck go, vroom, vroom, it ain′t that wagon
Kicked up by a pool
Coolin' with this bad bitch, yeah
And I still wear my tool, tool
Like it′s fashion, yeah
We gone crash him
Them niggas ain't gone show you who they is undercover
Yeah, Niggas keep talkin′ about real
Niggas can't get in my bubble, yeah
Tryin′ to give a nigga the game
Nigga gon' flip around and fumble
Yeah, been about my duffel
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend that on that Birkin, yeah
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas tryin' to get the game from me
Promise I′m still learnin′
Got it by my 'lone
I was broke but now I′m on though
Wavin' like I′m Wheezy
This that beat I got from Tone though
Shorty texted me trippin'
′Cause my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I'm back up in that mode though
Hundred grand up in two months, I spent on clothes
I could sell a bitch a dream, won't sell my soul
I could still hit the trap and make it roll
I got mob ties, gotta grab that stick when I hit the door
I got these people on my trail
They want to read me my rights
I′m an angel to my mother but a demon at night
Big old stepper, big old bag
Could put a brick up in the hood
I put a bag up on your head, no deposit they know it′s good
Million dollars off a tape but it won't bring my dog back
All facts
I′ll give it all back, just to get a call back
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend that on that Birkin, yeah
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas tryin' to get the game from me
Promise I′m still learnin'
Got it by my ′lone
I was broke but now I'm on though
Wavin' like I′m Wheezy
This that beat I got from Tone though
Shorty texted me trippin′
Because my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I'm back up in that mode though (mode though)