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brothers that hustle [bth] - mob ties lyrics

[hook: tae]
i might just whip out a stack from the gym bag lettin’ nun but dubs talk
i was young with a check them n-ggas called me rich the kid so i hit the plug walk
if you thought i wasn’t stepping my n-gga you f-cked up you done stepped on the wrong block
’cause n-gga ran up talkin’ all that thus sh-t and he got his sh-t popped
i’m not focused on b-tches i got me a main hoe and she like my side kick
and you won’t catch me caught up i’m a real street n-gga i let her meet the side b-tch
i might f-ck her she told me she like when i get inside ’cause the d-ck make her legs twitch
you been blinded by f-ck n-ggas for a long time introduce her to real sh-t
[verse 1: bth tae]
dont try to check me lil n-gga i f-cked up the game started dropping these hits i ain’t fumble
promise you f-ck with the wrong individual chopper stay yellibg that b-tch never mumble
you dont wanna runble i dont tussle with p-ssy n-ggas motherf-ckers know im from columbus
where n-ggas gon’ wet up your shirt, leave his -ss in the dirt, and i promise that’s word to my mama
[ that word to my mama ]
remember i walked in i wasn’t doing that chit chat
but i always stay ready had to bring the strap with me put my sh-t in the bookbag
n-gga put the beam on me look him in his eye told him he wasn’t gon’ shoot that
’cause real n-ggas make a f-ck n-gga face shift when he speaking them big facts
n-gga put the gun down brought the strap out let it pop had a kick back
n-ggas lookin at me davion like d-mn tae how the f-ck you gon’ fix that
so i popped at them n-ggas cause they be the witnesses without them its a closed case
dead bodies on the floor with they mouth open we walked out with a straight face
[hook]
i might just whip out a stack from the gym bag lettin’ nun but dubs talk
i was young with a check them n-ggas called me rich the kid so i hit the plug walk
if you thought i wasn’t stepping my n-gga you f-cked up you done stepped on the wrong block
’cause n-gga ran up talkin’ all that thus sh-t and he got his sh-t popped
i’m not focused on b-tches i got me a main hoe and she like my side kick
and you won’t catch me caught up i’m a real street n-gga i let her meet the side b-tch
i might f-ck her she told me she like when i get inside ’cause the d-ck make her legs twitch
you been blinded by f-ck n-ggas for a long time introduce her to real sh-t
[verse 2: bth davion]
young n-gga from baton rogue yeah i got them mob ties
n-gga ran up talkin’ all that tough sh-t and he got his sh-t fried
i got me a 40 and that sh-t gon’ bless n-ggas i put that sh-t on god
bth sh-t dont f-ck around with flex n-ggas we empty it on sight
i pull out a chopper and i let it sleep n-ggas like they poppin nyquil
whole lotta n-ggas talking all that tough sh-t and they ain’t even street for real
whole lotta n-ggas got all them banana clips and they ain’t even in the field
i pray to the lord i ain’t with the f-ck sh-t ’cause n-gga i shoot to k!ll
this ain’t a drill
went from a penny to mill
i do this sh-t for real
so i grip the steel
pop a n-gga like a pill
these lil n-ggas better chill
i hop in the coop
my n-ggas be ready to shoot
hallows whistle like flute
im riding with the loot
have em shaking on a toot
8500 recruit
[ 8500 recruit ]
[hook]
i might just whip out a stack from the gym bag lettin’ nun but dubs talk
i was young with a check them n-ggas called me rich the kid so i hit the plug walk
if you thought i wasn’t stepping my n-gga you f-cked up you done stepped on the wrong block
’cause n-gga ran up talkin’ all that thus sh-t and he got his sh-t popped
i’m not focused on b-tches i got me a main hoe and she like my side kick
and you won’t catch me caught up i’m a real street n-gga i let her meet the side b-tch
i might f-ck her she told me she like when i get inside ’cause the d-ck make her legs twitch
you been blinded by f-ck n-ggas for a long time introduce her to real sh-t
[ f-ck with the kid ]

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