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Mob Ties Video (MV)




Performed By: Elliot Burg
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Elliot Burg




Elliot Burg - Mob Ties Lyrics




I see the haters getting mad
I'm just stuck inside my bag
I might skirt off in a jag
If you banging throw you flag up

Evading 12, i just pray i don't get yammed up
If your homie's sitting in a cell, then call yo mans up

Psychedelics got me supersonic
Cruising down the street, and smoking marijuana AK on my lap
And i could wet the whole block up
I can see that they praying on my downfall

I'm with the gang, i got real mob ties, and you can tell by the way i move
F*ck wit me, put your life on the line, and i don't think that's a very wise move

The say the truth hurts
That shit gon put you in a hearse
I cannot think of nothin worse
I'm like a bubble bout to burst

Who told you that you shouldn't be afraid of me
I mean, come on brother, I'm just saying, my trigger finger gotta eat

I've done things that i cant even express in my music
I promise i have a heart, i just don't know how to use it
The ice on my neck don't even make up for when i was going through it
And every time i step up in the building, they think I'm finna lose it

Most people say they bring they people up WITH them when they make it
If i make it, I'm making sure my people good FIRST
Cause y'all helped me too much, and i could NEVER repay it
I can hear em talking shit, but to my face, they won't say it

I'm with the gang, i got real mob ties, and you can tell by the way i move
F*ck wit me, put your life on the line, and i don't think that's a very wise move
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I see the haters getting mad
I'm just stuck inside my bag
I might skirt off in a jag
If you banging throw you flag up

Evading 12, i just pray i don't get yammed up
If your homie's sitting in a cell, then call yo mans up

Psychedelics got me supersonic
Cruising down the street, and smoking marijuana AK on my lap
And i could wet the whole block up
I can see that they praying on my downfall

I'm with the gang, i got real mob ties, and you can tell by the way i move
F*ck wit me, put your life on the line, and i don't think that's a very wise move

The say the truth hurts
That shit gon put you in a hearse
I cannot think of nothin worse
I'm like a bubble bout to burst

Who told you that you shouldn't be afraid of me
I mean, come on brother, I'm just saying, my trigger finger gotta eat

I've done things that i cant even express in my music
I promise i have a heart, i just don't know how to use it
The ice on my neck don't even make up for when i was going through it
And every time i step up in the building, they think I'm finna lose it

Most people say they bring they people up WITH them when they make it
If i make it, I'm making sure my people good FIRST
Cause y'all helped me too much, and i could NEVER repay it
I can hear em talking shit, but to my face, they won't say it

I'm with the gang, i got real mob ties, and you can tell by the way i move
F*ck wit me, put your life on the line, and i don't think that's a very wise move
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Writer: Elliot Burg
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