Mob Ties lyrics

[Verse 1: Doughboy Roc]
My third day home, I bought a couple K's
I only use this phone when I'm bout to make some plays
f*ckin' with the dog, ask my n*gga dave
This sh*t deeper than rap I'ma take it to my grave
I took the hard way, Penny
But no I don't like you n*gga, I ain't friendly
n*ggas in trouble, I didn't even reach my peak
300 grams, that sh*t gone in bout a week
I ball n*gga, with a tall n*gga, he don't shoot jumpers
He just tote thumpers, a soldier for real
Ya'll n*ggas talk, my n*ggas murder for real
I'm squeezing first, Jordan next to shoot
Walk with me I show you how to execute

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc]
This for my n*ggas selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
This for my n*ggas selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties

[Verse 2: Doughboy Roc]
I'm out every night, I can't help it, I love drinking
Boy you f*cked up, I don't know what you was thinkin'
These n*ggas sinkin', they need a lifeline
Meanwhile I'm strappin' baby you know [?]
Free [?] and my cousin june
I ain't never stole sh*t if anything I took it
Tryna walk a straight line but these n*ggas crooked
No Mercy round my way cause they ain't fed us
b*tch I money get, plus I head bust
You understand what they'll do for a measly band?
Stop playing that's why I keep the heat stick
Cause these streets sick
You'll never be sh*t, and me I'ma be rich
Ball and still play defense
Ball and still play defense
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
Its just business, that's what I keep telling myself
Got tired of the middleman, went and mailed it myself
If I got money on that truck I'ma trail it myself
If my face wasn't so hot, I'd sell it myself
Dime status, I got a Versace and dime habit
Didn't sh*t come overnight, I had to spend time at it
I'ma hustler, you a motherf*ckin' clown
I'm LOL n*gga, loaded off loud
Riding down 7 mile but to scoop up Quis then pull up on Kidd while on the phone with [?]
A n*gga gotta go, f*ck him, he gon get his soon
Right now we counting cash, bro don't let a soul in this room
We on that mob sh*t heavy, you lil n*ggas petty
Connect knew I was real from the first day he met me
OGs respect me, this 40 gon protect me
BYLUG mob ties cross us it get deadly

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc]
This for my n*ggas selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
This for my n*ggas selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties