Shoreline Mafia – Mobb Ties lyrics

[Verse 1: Fenix]
Dope dealers, young niggas on some mob shit
Nigga say he trippin', we gon' show him what a loss is
Water on me baby, young nigga on my Voss shit
Golds in my mouth, poppin' percs, got me naseous
Nigga keep your cool, bro your life you almost lost it
Fuck her in the pool, young nigga on some boss shit
Bape fit, Maisons touching pavement
Gang shit, niggas think they on the same shit
Hell nah, but I'm for real now
We be sippin' big juice, poppin' seals now
All my bitches pray to me, I make 'em kneel down
Free my niggas, most my niggas doin' real time
Can't trust a bitch who think she's hot if she fuck real lime
Pour lean 'til I sleep, I'm tryna kill time
While you asleep for school I was breakin' in cars
Me and my niggas facing blunts 'cause he got faced with a charge
Mix a seven in a two liter, headed straight for the stars
All this money coming in, we headed straight to the Forbes
If you mention one of my niggas then we slide and knock yours
You want smoke, you get smoke, we gon' pull up for sure
Rap niggas worried 'bout some features
My niggas walkin' 'round with the sacks in our sneakers
Big body work, we been fuckin' up the meters
Shawty wanna fuck on a Libra

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Swervin', gang shit, niggas lurkin'
Splurgin', I just blew a trap on a purple
Workin', yeah broke bitch I be workin'
You broke, I don't give no fucks, I'm a virgin
Curvin', you ain't gettin' to it, you worthless
I just be fuckin' up my check on purpose
I just be ridin' 'round juggin', tryna murk shit
Five of us, got the chopper baby like I'ma hit like I'm a gang

[Verse 3: Fenix]
No I'm not, that's a motherfuckin' change-up
Blicky in the console if a nigga wanna bang some'
I'm a real nigga, girl you fuckin' with a fake one
All about the bread, I might fuck around and bake some'
Fuck her from the back, I might fuck around and break some'
Think before you act we gon' fuck around and spray some'
Play dumb, bitch you know a nigga get it
Ride around the city with a seven summer sentence
Bitch I'm up now, I ain't up next
Your nigga whack baby girl, let's have some fun sex
Say your pussy hurt but I ain't even done yet
Twitter beefin' get you bullets where your lungs at

[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I'ma mack hard
While these lame tough niggas tryna act hard
Went from Neimans to Ballys, my lil black card
Poured off a four and a Sprite, sippin' on Wockhardt, hmm
Niggas boostin' but they not hard
How you thuggin' in the field, workin' at Walmart?
Yeah you was doin' the dash, that was your mom's car
Swervin', switchin' lanes in the spaceship
You ain't tryna pay the fee, you's a lame bitch
Hmm, goofy ass bitch, you gotta pay for this
You see this young fly nigga with this major drip
Big forty bulging with the laser kit

[Verse 5: Good Finesse]
I just want them blue strips
I pull a nine out and pop it at your loose lips
Whole pint, let me see it, I'ma Boonk it
See the gang, bitch we savage, bitch we ruthless, ridin' 'round too bitch
Uzis and Rugers, you know I keep extended clips
Fuck on your main bitch, I know it don't make any sense
Pass her on to Stinky, and then I'ma be hella rich
Then crack another pint because I like to fuckin' sin
All these bands on the floor, man I can't count
Put the money in the money counter right now
When that bitch hit a hundred, that's ten thou
Wrap him up, put him down, put him in right thou

[Verse 6: Ohgeesy]
I want lean, I want cash, I want straight drop
Want a bitch with some ass and some great top
Servin' eighths of the gas and the Kate Moss
Every nigga posted with me you know is a straight boss
Pour a six, and I lean with it
And I keep somethin' chunky with the beam in it
Off a bean, bitin' down, look at me with it
On the scene, wipe me down, lookin' clean with it
Twitter beef, I don't want none' of that
I just spent fifty racks but I want a hundred back
All you niggas hella broke, let's go make fun of that
If the pussy hella tight then I'm gon' run it back, ayy

[Verse 7: Rob Vicious]
Young nigga sick with it, yopper got a stick in it
That's my favorite pistol 'cause I hit a lot of licks in it
If you cannot beat it, then it's simple nigga, get with it
They don't want no smoke just like a blunt that ain't got piff in it
Lil bitch I'm Big Vicious, yopper got a stick in it
That's my favorite pistol, I can't even take a pic with it
RIP my brothers, free Foster out of that state prison
Shout out HellaWave and to all my killers I can't mention
Most these niggas really just talkin', these niggas ain't vicious
Doin' all that talkin' and walkin' because they ain't with it
I ain't takin' losses, lil bitch be catious
And if I fuck around, catch a body and I'ma toss it
Broke bitches make me sick, naseuous
I'm a savage and I'm vicious, don't know what to call it
When I say we be off the drink ain't talkin' alcoholic
I do shit you niggas can't, that's why I bought it