Mob Tied lyrics

[Intro]
(DMac got me too bangin')
Keep all that sh*t, cuh

[Chorus]
I was cut a little different, my own fabric
Had to cut off my folk, got my own family
I don't owe you nothing, go get it, n*gga
Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, n*gga
Stab me in the jail, you tripping, n*gga
I'm the one who would go do the stickin', n*gga
Do that sh*t by myself 'fore I send a n*gga
I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this
Money don't mean sh*t, boy, you been a b*tch
If you hang with a rat, n*gga, you a snitch
We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss
I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy sh*t
Found out she an opp, put that b*tch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the b*tch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
b*tches DM me sendin' me heart eyes

[Verse]
Play that sh*t how it go, hit that b*tch on the low, I ain't cuffin' no ho, b*tch, you gotta stay
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, I'm different from rappers, so when we link up, I feel out of place
Say you want you some 'za, you ain't gotta wait
I got it right here in the booth with me
Asking too many questions, you too friendly
Breast implants on the chopper like new titties
I got n*ggas got life, they depending on me
The gang ready to shoot for me, any moment
Colored diamonds on me match the Fendi on me
I ain't beefin' with homie, he been jabroni (Yeah)
I was solid way back in the gap
And I came home, put the east on the map
And the Draco still ride under me
Got them players in the back and in front of me
Yeah, I'm ready, I know they gon' come for me
Better be comin' correct, n*gga
Hope you plannin' on sending your best n*gga
MAC-11 I tote got tourettes, n*gga
Get up on me in person, quit asking 'bout me
Don't like cameras, I might have to smack somebody
Why you postin' subliminals? Ask somebody
We don't talk about bodies, don't ask about 'em (Don't do that)
n*gga hide behind money, I peeped him
FNG, I'ma quarterback sneak 'em
He think he out of reach, I reached him
Heard they laced that boy up, they creased him
Whole mill' made off of a feature
50K sit on top of my sneakers
Got your ho hot and ready, Little Ceasars
I just hit your BM like I need her
[Chorus]
I was cut a little different, my own fabric
Had to cut off my folk, got my own family
I don't owe you nothing, go get it, n*gga
Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, n*gga
Stab me in the jail, you tripping, n*gga
I'm the one who would go do the stickin', n*gga
Do that sh*t by myself 'fore I send a n*gga
I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this
Money don't mean sh*t, boy, you been a b*tch
If you hang with a rat, n*gga, you a snitch
We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss
I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy sh*t
Found out she an opp, put that b*tch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the b*tch
Get you hit in your city, we mob tied
b*tches DM me sendin' me heart eyes