MOB TIES

HRB shit, PG shit

Live in the booth with my **** Twin right now, man

Beckton to Mozart

Come on

Mozart to Beckton, **** know

Anything, anyone, anywhere

Four pipes, you can hear it fart

Lambo truck in the trenches, that's just shit that we do in the 'Zart

Expensive waps and expensive cars (Live)

You don't wanna get seen by the dargs

We sent my man up in the air and his **** to link him kway by Mars

I'm billin' 'em up like Puff, Puff, Pass

Rear-wheel drive, you'll hear it skid, hah

Maybach trucks and MACs

Everyone knows what it's like in the 6

We got mob ties out of the country

We got mob ties out in the sticks

We got barbies screamin' out "gang!"

They know where them gangsters gettin' it in

Come play with the Gs and see what it brings

Turn left, turn right like Twin from Beckton (Quick)

If I chop this opp with my rambo, attempted murder, it's more than a section

Leave him rubbed right next to the entrance

Run up a mill' and dodge me a sentence

Broski died, I was locked inside, had blood in my eyes, all I saw was vengeance

Lemme tell you a secret no one knows

I chased — with his mum and she nearly crashed on Ashmore Road

I woulda chinged both of them out of their clothes

I just linked demon, he came with rolls

Rest up, Billy, he stayed with poles

Don't buy a watch if you ain't got smoke

Everything glitter ain't gold (It's not)

If a opp get shot or shaved, more time it's us that's gettin' the blame (HRB)

They don't even know who the suspect is, but they know he got caught in the rain (He got done)

Some in his torso, some in his brain

They try talk on Wooski's name, until we put — in a picture frame

Now we're billin' 'em up, we got different strains

If I spot me a opp, then I know what to do (Get him)

See a jareer and shoot

Last night, got neck in the back of the coupe

Last year, had no service on the 2s

Hooyo can't believe it's true

She see my face all up on the news

Step on the gas, get away from the blues

Burn them clothes, get rid of them shoes

Four pipes, you can hear it fart

Lambo truck in the trenches, that's just shit that we do in the 'Zart

Expensive waps and expensive cars (Live)

You don't wanna get seen by the dargs

We sent my man up in the air and his **** to link him kway by Mars

I'm billin' 'em up like Puff, Puff, Pass

Rear-wheel drive, you'll hear it skid, hah

Maybach trucks and MACs

Everyone knows what it's like in the 6

We got mob ties out of the country

We got mob ties out in the sticks

We got barbies screamin' out "gang!"

They know where them gangsters gettin' it in

Come play with the Gs and see what it brings

I'm in HRB, but I'm ACG (Ayy)

If you heard that suttin' got whacked 'round them sides there, it was probably me (Hah)

We got mob ties wild in the West, we got mob ties out in the East

He got sent to the Garden of Eden, that's for playing with ACG

I throw that 6 in the air, I'm thuggin'

Can's ask me "Where you from?"

I'm Twin from Beckton, boy, you buggin'

I came to the 'Zart with my hand ting

I see Trigz came through with the suttin

I got a Rolex watch for the culture

For all them times when man had nuttin

I crash that corn at my cousin, it's nuttin

He fucks with them, so fuck him (Fuck him)

Lemme tell you a secret that no one knows (Hah)

I caught — on a glide

He looked in my eyes and he ran back home (Miskeen)

I caught — and I shanked him

He said it was H, but he don't even know

I don't smoke but I wanna get higher

My drug is sendin' them man low, low, low

Ayy

I got sent to jail for the mad ting

On the dock, playin' tic-tac-toe

I showed my face when I done that bootin'

I done it so everyone knows (Hah)

My young G Ryda's ridin'

If I point, he'll slap that pole (Baow!)

He said he's got a problem, make it known

I cut man's face, that's problem solved

Four pipes, you can hear it fart

Lambo truck in the trenches, that's just shit that we do in the 'Zart

Expensive waps and expensive cars (Live)

You don't wanna get seen by the dargs

We sent my man up in the air and his **** to link him kway by Mars

I'm billin' 'em up like Puff, Puff, Pass

Rear-wheel drive, you'll hear it skid, hah

Maybach trucks and MACs

Everyone knows what it's like in the 6

We got mob ties out of the country

We got mob ties out in the sticks

We got barbies screamin' out "gang!"

They know where them gangsters gettin' it in

Come play with the Gs and see what it brings