MOB TIES

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend that on that Birkin yea
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas trying to get the game from me
Promise I’m still learning
Got it by my lone
I was broke but now I’m on though
Waving like I’m wheezy
This that beat I got from tone though
Shorty texted me tripping
Because my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I’m back up in that mode though

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Infant Coot will fold bro
Lil shawty been feeling my mojo
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 yea
Brought that bitch them Louis shoes
She ain’t mackin yea
Let that bitch sit moon roof
Is you tapped in yet
Apply it we gone move through it
Fuck this rapping
Big truck go vroom vroom it ain’t that wagon
Kicked up by a pool
Cooling with this bad bitch yea
And I still keep my tool tool
Like it’s fashion yea
We gone crash him
Them niggas ain’t gone show you who they is undercover
Niggas keep talking about real
Niggas can’t get in my bubble yea
Trying to give a nigga the game
Nigga gon flip around and fumble
Been about my duffle

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend dat on that Birkin yea
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas trying to get the game from me
Promise I’m still learning
Got it by my lone
I was broke but now I’m on though
Waving like I’m wheezy
This that beat I got from tone though
Shorty texted me tripping
Because my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I’m back up in that mode though

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Hundred grand up in two months, I spent that shit 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

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend dat on that Birkin yea
Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas trying to get the game from me
Promise I’m still learning
Got it by my lone
I was broke but now I’m on though
Waving like I’m wheezy
This that beat I got from tone though
Shorty texted me tripping
Because my life just like my songs go
I been with my daughter
Now I’m back up in that mode though