shredgang mone & kingteam - mob ties lyrics
[intro: shredgang mone]
(d+mn, e, this a classic)
shredgang, n+gga
shred
what’s good, kingteam?
(808jackboyz)
shred
[verse 1: shredgang mone]
puritan boys, i’ma rep it ’til the day i die
you holdin’ them guns sayin’ you real and you done testified
know a couple n+ggas from joy road and they stretchin’ pie (whippin’)
every n+gga speak on dots, b+tch, here he died (r.i.p)
and if not, he a n+gga to the victim list
catch a n+gga out and i’ma have stone take his sh+t
just to show the lil’ n+gga that he wasn’t made for this (ham)
think i went to uti the way i’m paintin’ whips (bah, bah, bah)
free mike, rob a n+gga in his own home (uh+huh)
that n+gga ain’t got no heart, that n+gga cold stone (that n+gga cold stone)
d+mn, i’m trippin’, i meant to say that he stone cold
lot of n+ggas been tuckin’ sh+t after some stonе homes (yeah)
call kingteam, n+ggas gеttin’ ‘bows gone
f+ck this rap sh+t, been do them n+ggas for so long (like my brother, n+gga)
so if you touch one of my n+ggas, it get so wrong (swear to god)
[?] when that chopper spittin’, them b+tches comin’ in boatloads
shred
[verse 2: kingteam]
keep your eyes peeled or pay the consequence (for real)
or have them wild n+ggas in your mama crib
linwood baby, i done been on all kind of l!cks (yeah)
focus hope rage, rainy days just some normal sh+t
i had to risk to get it (yeah), so i can never sit (yup)
your life irrelevant without them presidents
my n+ggas militant, get a check, forget a b+tch
can’t flex, you don’t hit the gym, you p+ssies full of estrogen
me and o smoke so crazy, better hide your b+tch
snapchat your old name, you watchin’ [?]
out of town, me and [?], we makin’ heavy flips
baby flippin’ through all the faces, mone just shred sh+t
tied in like the mob, don’t you f+ck with the squad
[?], hold this b+tch on the side
i don’t never get tired, hit my line, i’ma slide
know some b+tches that’ll ride, get you robbed outside, yeah
it’s life or death, i get my hoes on the block (uh+huh)
trust is not an option, don’t be talkin’ or not
i’m out the window checkin’ cameras, got some sh+lls for the robbers
in the rental all in [?], got some sales from the doctor
got some raw for the road, got some weed for the hoes
f+ck what white boys callin’, they just play with they nose
i get you p+ssies exposed, live my life like a g
you get to talkin’ too much, then you’ll get found in the street
[outro: kingteam]
yeah
f+ck is these n+ggas doin’, man?
yeah, yeah
we gon’ show ’em how to do it
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