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Breakin bread wit the bosses now I got mob ties
Salutin soldiers and politickin wit wise guys
Cross the family we takin u on a long ride
If u ain't talkin bout money then I ain’t got time
17 like the shots from a Glock nine
Ain't runnin shit but ur mouth and u need to stop line
We catch u feedin the pigs and u gettin hog tied
In real life we untouchable call it mob ties

Young Lyric Verse
Hit the lot, cop the Bentley coupe wit the frog eyes..
Drop the price on the brick and the whole flock fly..
Disrespect us u beggin for chalk outlines
Got a seat at the table now its about time
I got the green light to take it now so its all mine
Plus we addicted to gettin it so we all grind
I told my team when I make it that we gone all shine
And now we flyin private jets and we all high
Issa new wave, u can not ride
Miscalculated and ended up on the wrong side
Im in my own lane speedin and runnin stop signs
H-Town, Southside, RapALot Mob ties