Mob Ties

Lyrics

[Intro: Headie One] Turn, turn, turn, turn Sykes, Sykes AbelThePlug Turn, turn, turn, turn [Verse 1: Headie One] Three for twenty, four for thirty This foreign one is worth that Mel B (Turn, turn) I'm in and out that trap house Smash dem packs out 'til man wealthy (Turn) This white was made in a bando Defo weren't made in Chelsea (One) And runnin' down all them opps is defo what made me healthy (One) Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo You're defo gon' make that gurney (Su-su) I've ridden in a jail house, fist a man up Like how did I make that servery They wonder how I got my sentence and served it Touch road doin' up old school servin' (Turn, turn) Ten fiends in the bando, comfy I treat the T house like Merlin (Ay) All I need is one ching My bro said I'm forcin' it when I twin Man splash it on your place, that's sauce on spill Last thing he saw was my old gold grills I can tell you 'bout the maddest of losses How I really took ones that killed (One) Now I'm at the table with bro And he said he made a quarter mil' You know how much I love O I do it up 'til this cash can't fold It's two and a blue, I put it up all in there I really love Pyrex bowls and stoves Two country phones, that's how we do it up and go (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) And that's what you call wash and wear [Chorus: Monkey] Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you ain't my people (No way, no way, no way, no way) Most my life has been illegal (Uh-uh) Crack rocks and drills (Yeah) New day, new sequel (Yeah) Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, it's lethal (Uh) War? Man's ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You don't wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie (Nah) 'Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly (Uh-uh) [Verse 2: RV] My lil' bro Boogie a gunner He only sixteen, he's still a lil' baby (Free Boogie) Opps can't chat to the gang Cah we're all over this beef like gravy (All over) My new wap came with a hundred sweets Homeboy, I don't know 'bout savoury (I don't know) If we don't slide with skengs on peds Then it might be car, no Tracy (Skrr) Bae said she likes that tracky that I bought last week Cah it fits me perfect She don't even know that I burnt it (Burn that) Any opp that I got, deserved it If it weren't me, H, Kash or Skat It was from lil' Kermit (My niggers) Only way is O, can't violate us and think we'll firm it Shit gets messy, no Argentina On the other side where the grass is greener Get caught when I bun this Nina That's you X'd like a pass on Fifa (Yes) How many sweeps have we done on the opp block? Like me and my dargs were cleaners Bet I can't hear no verbal When I turn up like I'm blastin' speakers (I bet) In jail, I was bullyin' pagans And I got nickin' for beefin' gov's (Facts) Get man down with the tuna And I don't stop 'til I see his blood (Come on) I can make a mixtape about works that I've mashed And all of it's recent stuff Might see me dressed in Moschino But I ain't spreadin' no peace and love [Chorus: Monkey] Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you ain't my people (No way, no way, no way, no way) Most my life has been illegal (Uh-uh) Crack rocks and drills (Yeah) New day, new sequel (Yeah) Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, it's lethal (Uh) War? Man's ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You don't wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie (Nah) 'Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly (Uh-uh)