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Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mob Ties (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(Unfoonk, YTMKB)
Mafia, mafia, mafia
La familia shit, nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1: Unfoonk & Future]
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 Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it’s up
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 them spin again, thеy send shots fired (Spin again)
Say he wanna bе 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 reason, motherfucker, stand up now (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Future]
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)

[Chorus: 24Heavy & Future]
Tell ’em spin a bend, they send 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 (You know this the reason)
This the reason, 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 (Oh yeah?)
Why would I lie? (Oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
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 shin (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

[Interlude: Unfoonk & Young Thug]
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)

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
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 twenty mil’ in a pandemic, got me fatter then, yeah (Woo, woo)

[Verse 5: YTB Trench]
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

[Chorus: 24Heavy]
Tell ’em spin a bend, they send 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 reason, motherfucker, stand up now
Nigga play with Unfoonk and get hogtied
Nigga play with Unfoonk, then they all die
Talking ’bout knocking off your big homie even he small fries
Why would I lie?

Lil Keed – Fox 5 Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Keed]
(Let’s go, Mario)
Man, all the hoes in the fuckin’ background, y’all shut the fuck up
Fuck you talkin’, man, R5 in the fuckin’ building
Show some respect
Kick them folks out the spot, slime
She still talkin’? (No)
Oh, okay

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Yeah, we ain’t goin’ on FOX 5 (FOX 5)
Don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty lil’ vibe, skeetin’ in her eye
Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I been gettin’ high
Nigga, I’m a pill popper (Nigga, I’m a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah)
Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah)
Pull up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin’ through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers, gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
Yeah, I be gettin’ more llama, Gunna, he a role model, and his bitch a headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter)
Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner, never been a store runner (Never been a store runner)
These bitches yell, “Go, Gunna” (Go, Gunna)
You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss)
Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don’t talk, let the money rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, these niggas gettin’ cut off, this is not a love lost, we’ll never do soft (We’ll never do soft)
You pussy niggas too soft (Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, gotta prison walk (Free the gang)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce
We pullin’ up with a silencer, no, they ain’t makin’ noise
Pink shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it
Go and drop the fuckin’ pin, we’ll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me ’cause a nigga sinnin’
I ain’t talkin’ motherfuckin’ testin’ Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin’ bangers
I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I’m Django
What the fuck a pussy boy had said?
I don’t know if he ain’t speakin’ sign language
And I just left town with ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say what?)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5