Lyrical Breakdown of Mob Ties Remix (feat. 24 Heavy, YTB Trench, Unfoonk & Future) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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(Unfoonk, YTMKB) Mafia, mafia, mafia La familia shit, nigga Yeah One of my biggest fears is them slimes lightin' up (yeah) I beat a life sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah) This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up Ayy, free Cold World, tell Lil Pokie that it's up (Aloy) Whole lot of demons hoppin' outside Keep the ratchet on me, put 'em on Fox 5 (yeah) We 'bout to spin again, I bet you bitches see me now (yeah) And this the remix, I done got a mil' now (yeah) I got some heavy hitters, bitch, slime mob, yeah Tell 'em spin again, they say, "Shots fired" (spin again) Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5 (say he wanna be famous) And I'm ridin' with the mob, bitch, it's mob ties (ridin' with the mob) This the remix, motherfucker, stand up now (yeah) I'm very large in these streets, niggas small fry Got a type of check, I could knock your whole hood down Go and set the opposite on fire 'til they all die You want a lil' clout, you want a lil' fame, put 'em on Fox 5 Got a bunch of Mellys in my hood, murder on they mind (Pluto) These niggas jealous I fucked they bitch, make they mama cry I'm puttin' a pill in her twat, made her pussy cum Type of bitch to get a nigga killed, pussy so bomb So many chains on my neck, bitch could go blind Bitch gon' put a rental in her name and a lot of guns I can be out of town and get you flipped, money so long Go against the mob, nigga get hit up with the whole drum (mob) Tell 'em spin a bend, they say, shots fired (they finna spin again) Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5, ayy (say he wanna be famous) And I ride with the mob, you can check out mob ties This the remix, motherfucker, stand up now (real stand up, man) Nigga play with Unfoonk and get hogtied (yeah) Nigga play with Unfoonk, then they all die (for sure) Talking 'bout knocking off your big homie even he small fries Why would I lie? (Oh yeah) I just crashed the Rover (what?) Thank God I was by Benz (skrrt) Told my mama to pray I stay in touch with all my friends (pray for me) Hundred dollar bills on me now up to my chin (woo) If I call you my twin, that mean I cop you a new Benz (skrrt) Speedin' in a GT, fuck Fox 5 (fuck Fox 5) Without a will, my niggas ride (we gon' ride) Ran it up, screamin' fuck the other side And I just bought my mom a brand-new spot, it almost made me cry Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5 (yeah) Nigga play with Unfoonk and they all die Y'all thought it was over with? Nah Slatt (slatty) Tell them spin a bend, then to spin again (slatty) Show you a nigga can die even when they tryna live (slatty) Snakes with me, got 'em rattling Racked up 20 mil' in a pandemic, got me fatter then, yeah Now my pockets fat, it ain't no doubt that I'm up better than That fuck nigga try me, he gon' die, that glizzy cave him in Surrounded by the grimy, knock below the devil, let him in Big stick, bitch hit like metal pin I be off that dope, they know how trench get, yeah Me and my brothers, we be mob-tied I been the same since a young nigga, that way 'til I die That nigga talk, but in my city, heard the soft side I send that bag and catch a flight, I heard they all died Tell 'em spin a bend, they say, shots fired Say he wanna be famous, put him on Fox 5, ayy And I ride with the mob, you can check out mob ties This the remix, motherfucker, stand up now Nigga play with Unfoonk and get hog-tied Nigga play with Unfoonk, then they all die Talking 'bout knocking off your big homie even he small fries Why would I lie?