text: Mob Ties Lyrics
  Turn, turn, turn, turn
  Sykes, Sykes
  AbelThePlug
  Turn, turn, turn, turn
  Three for twenty, four for thirty
  This foreign one is worth that Mel B 
  Im in and out that trap house
  Smash dem packs out ’til man wealthy 
  This white was made in a bando
  Defo werent made in Chelsea 
  And runnin down all them opps is defo what made me healthy 
  Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo
  You’re defo gon make that gurney 
  Ive 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 
  Ten fiends in the bando, comfy
  I treat the T house like Merlin 
  All I need is one ching
  My bro said Im forcin it when I twin
  Man splash it on your place, thats 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 
  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 cant fold
  Its two and a blue, I put it up all in there
  I really love Pyrex bowls and stoves
  Two country phones, thats how we do it up and go
  And that’s what you call wash and wear
  Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel
  Fuck with the opps then you aint my people 
  Most my life has been illegal 
  Crack rocks and drills 
  New day, new sequel 
  Got the baddest B in town
  The cats say pow, its lethal 
  War? Mans ready
  The clip on the side of the ting
  Firm grip, man hold it steady
  You dont wanna see gang hop out the car
  Violence, mask like Freddie 
  Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly 
  My lil bro Boogie a gunner
  He only sixteen, hes still a lil baby 
  Opps cant chat to the gang
  Cah were all over this beef like gravy 
  My new wap came with a hundred sweets
  Homeboy, I dont know bout savoury 
  If we dont slide with skengs on peds
  Then it might be car, no Tracy 
  Bae said she likes that tracky that I bought last week
  Cah it fits me perfect
  She dont even know that I burnt it 
  Any opp that I got, deserved it
  If it werent me, H, Kash or Skat
  It was from lil Kermit 
  Only way is O, cant violate us and think well firm it
  Shit gets messy, no Argentina
  On the other side where the grass is greener
  Get caught when I bun this Nina
  Thats you Xd like a pass on Fifa 
  How many sweeps have we done on the opp block?
  Like me and my dargs were cleaners
  Bet I cant hear no verbal
  When I turn up like Im blastin speakers 
  In jail, I was bullyin pagans
  And I got nickin for beefin govs 
  Get man down with the tuna
  And I dont stop til I see his blood 
  I can make a mixtape about works that Ive mashed
  And all of its recent stuff
  Might see me dressed in Moschino
  But I aint spreadin no peace and love
  Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel
  Fuck with the opps then you aint my people 
  Most my life has been illegal 
  Crack rocks and drills 
  New day, new sequel 
  Got the baddest B in town
  The cats say pow, its lethal 
  War? Mans ready
  The clip on the side of the ting
  Firm grip, man hold it steady
  You dont wanna see gang hop out the car
  Violence, mask like Freddie 
  Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly 1Embed