Jackpot L. Money - Mob Ties (feat. Des Ro & FreeMind DeJa Vu)

Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings
Got the block jumping like some bed springs
From the D to the C we got the game locked
Go to war for my brothers that's on any block
313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied
Whole summer 22 we been outside
Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time
Tied in with the bros Mob Ties
Told my brother send the beat I'ma lace this bitch
Gave that hoe dope dick then unlaced the bitch
Did the shit textbook my paper thick
Chef Curry from the line my shot don't miss
Damn I'm bored with it
Did that shit out the blue I Corbin it
I can lead you straight to the pap no coordinates
But you got to pay for the play no Oregon
Fly shit I'm soaring in
You know high shit I'm more then him
Yea nigga
Let go
Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings
Got the block jumping like some bed springs
From the D to the C we got the game locked
Go to war for my brothers that's on any block
313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied
Whole summer 22 we been outside
Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time
Tied in with the bros Mob Ties
Cuz named his bricks Aunt Viv he trying Phillip Banks
Last bitch was a head general let me see your rank
He came around trying save hoes shot em out his cape
Cheated on a bitch ha ha ha had to test your faith
Fuck all that slapped her with my dick had to test her face
Sliding in the same whip bitch just switched the plates
She said she want Dior gave her Pink I hope this ok
Fuck my job I'm sticking to the rap I hope Distro pay
Hmmmm
Head taps knocked off his wig it's the lace for me
His BM tried to fuck told her category face for me
She hit my phone ordered up some Vu she got to taste for me
Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings
Got the block jumping like some bed springs
From the D to the C we got the game locked
Go to war for my brothers that's on any block
313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied
Whole summer 22 we been outside
Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time
Tied in with the bros Mob Ties
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
When it comes to the bros I ain't with games no controller
Slide down like roller coasters I'm bipolar with the toaster
Hit your shoulder like a soldier I'll tear through your solar
Hold up
We stacking up Mula that's the only mission
No competition no opposition we really winning
No politician but I'm known for the penny pitching
Turn a penny to a dollar wallah magician
Aye Des Ro what's the swag call up Vontai
Fly to Portland out with Jerm on a Sunday
We bout that business we ain't tripping we just counting digits
When Vu and Kor step out Master P No Limit
Mob Ties with the bros yea we Red Kings
Got the block jumping like some bed springs
From the D to the C we got the game locked
Go to war for my brothers that's on any block
313 to 330 yea we Mob Tied
Whole summer 22 we been outside
Starting 5 on the court when it's crunch time
Tied in with the bros Mob Ties

Written by:
Desmond Rorie Jr., Lebron Rorie, Rudy Burt

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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