Mob Ties Drake

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[Verse 1]
Ayy, sick of these niggas (Sick)
Sick of these niggas (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these niggas (Skrr)
Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch (Ayy)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (Skrr)
S Class, G Class, lotta class (Sss, sss)
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrr, skrr)
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Sick of these niggas (Sick)
Sick of these niggas (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these niggas (Grr)
Fuck what it was, it is what it is (What)
Whatever you did, it is what it is

[Chorus]
And I'm so tired (tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that