Mob Ties Duwap Kaine

[Chorus]
Yeah, fame, won't let it get to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch on my right, bad bitch on my left
One gettin' high as a kite and one cookin' up like a chef
Fucked up, passin' the loud to my bro, hope he don't go deaf
Draco make a nigga tweak out, woulda though his bitch ass was on meth
Louis boots in the snow, you see the LV prints in the steps
She crawl in my bed like a spider, so I just hit her ass wit' a web
Hit one-twenty on the dash, get flashbacks, nigga, my arrest
Strappеd up wit' a firearm, nigga (Firearm), fuck the shеriff

[Chorus]
Yeah, fame, won't let it get to me
Lames, can't fuck up my history
My main, I know that she missin' me
My lane, you know that I stay in it
My racks, you know that I play in it
.45, so you know I'm not playin'
Mob ties, so you better not play wit' it