Mobties! Freestyle

[Verse]
You niggas ain't got no mob ties
Pull up and put em away he got archived
He old news like we wasn’t from our time
Dead man walking he reek of formaldehyde
I won’t do no talking just know that I’m bout to slide
He get put in a coffin along with the rest of his kind
Under the dirt, when the sun can’t shine
And right on his grave I’mma piss on that spot
Don’t remember that bitch, but you life for that thot
Polynomial, he gon get put in a box
I ain't knowing you, before you meet me meet the Glock
Ya bitch is so foldable, she do a lot
She really be hoing you, you be the thot
She controlling you, and you gon gеt sold for a knot
Choppa wet up your body, like excitеd twat