Mob Ties

Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas
Man, come on, man, it's Fatz, man, this shit serious
Ayy, ayy

Fifty thousand for my condo
Throw a no-look pass like I'm Rondo
I just took a hundred thousand to the cookie man
I travel across the world with the boogie man
Who gon' say somethin'? Shoot this chopper 'til I break somethin'
I won't let up until a nigga, he get wet up
I will stretch ya if I feel like it's a set-up
Sneak dissin'-ass nigga, put a name on it
Two extensions, every bullet got your name on it
Your bitch got that good neck, I put a chain on it
Slave on her, made her eat the dick and blew the brains on her
Shame on her, I ain't got no manners so I came on her

These niggas my kids, I treat 'em like sons
Gucci shirt cost eight hund', I wore that bitch once
Joe bought all them chains 'cause he knew somethin'
A bunch of young niggas around him that's gon' shoot somethin'
I'm in public by myself, man, who gon' do somethin'?
Went to the jeweler for a chain and I got two of 'em

We don't do the cap, we gon' speak the facts
Your bitch got that wet, what you gon' do with that?
She just threw it back and it wasn't hard to catch
Pull up in the Bentley, chokin' off the pack
She put me on her Snapchat, she don't know how to act
All this drip cost so much shit and it don't even match
My bitch been in her feelings, it's gettin' iffy
Shout out my jeweler, got me chillin', I spent sixty
I got pills with me, 'bout to meet up with my hillbilly
Strong-ass dog, if I don't hit it, it's gon' kill Billy
I heard them people on our ass, oh, we them hot boys
I had them shooters on your ass, shoutout them Glock boys
I put a bullet in your ass, I am not Floyd
We ridin' around with them sticks, I hope you got yours
We the shit, the mob
You cross our line, you commit suicide
Give a bitch a job
She got ears, I told the bitch to drive
Meet me down the way
She feelin' good, she made a thou' today
We gon' celebrate
We bake a cake like it's a holiday
Oh, we don't tolerate
No disrespect or we gon' sleep on that
Get put to sleep 'bout that
And that good dog, I put my feet on that
We ain't gon' speak on that
Free gang, yeah, yeah, want my people back
I put the reaper on you
When you wake up, he put the sleeper on you
Put the nina on you
You don't like Pimp, I'll put Gina on you
Put the demons on you
Them ARs'll start ringin' on you

These niggas my kids, I treat 'em like sons
Gucci shirt cost eight hund', I wore that bitch once
Joe bought all them chains 'cause he knew somethin'
A bunch of young niggas around him that's gon' shoot somethin'
I'm in public by myself, man, who gon' do somethin'?
Million-dollar nigga, but I'll still just shoot somethin'

Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas