Mob Ties Slump6s
"Mob Ties" by Slump6s, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of loyalty, street life, and the challenges of navigating relationships in a tough environment. The lyrics convey a sense of resilience and authenticity, while the production features a melodic trap beat. Its relatable content has resonated with listeners, contributing to Slump6s' growing influence in the genre.
[Intro]
Ayy, top dog, bitch
Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
Bitch I'm off Earth
Geeked up
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy
[Chorus]
I just landed on the flight, baby, need the top, I had a long day
With that new makeup, I like, baby, don't take this shit the wrong way
And all we do sit and count paper I kinda' do this shit all day
Do this shit all day (Yeah, haha, yeah)
(Alright, turn me up)
Ayy, pointers on pointers, my momma told me not to point, 'cause that shit rude
I put this VETEMENTS jacket on top of Hermes link, that's what I do
Nigga don't try one of my niggas, they will get yo ass sticked up, like the crew
I'm rockin' Alexander, mix this shit with Tommy, everytime I pop out, it's a move
Yeah, huh, you can't do wrong in my eyes
You can't do no wrong (Ah, ah), hey
Fifty five on this VETEMENT, yeah, this mob ties
I know some rap niggas want me gone, hey
[Verse]
You lovin' how I'm livin', baby, I'm just tryna show you somethin' different (Slatt)
Me and brother just like Michael Jordan, every time he pass the shit to Pippen (Gang)
Bank accountant ask me, how I'm young as fuck, countin' all this money, it's impressive (Hey)
Baby girl, all my money long
Threw out the Michael Amiri (Threw out the Michael Amiri)
Yeah, hoe, this Rick Owen jeans, (Hoe, this Rick Owen jeans), c'mon
Twin got the AR-15, he gon' let it sing off like it's Jodeci, let's go
Bitch do you notice me? Baby do you notice me?
I'm just tryna put you in these flawless diamonds, wrapped just like a rosary (Slatt)
I'm the one that call the shots, huh (Nah)
Find his block, we make it hot (No cap)
I'm just tryna touch the M's, damn, she just wanna touch my crotch (Yeah)
And my gang, this shit on lock
You ain't got no swag, nigga stop
Went two fifty, bust down watch
Twin made a pack, touchdown, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna leave me everyday, I told shawty I need my space, told the bitch leave, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flawless everyday, I'm ballin', I ain't finna' leave 'til I spent three on ya
Tryna text me everyday, I went ahead and blocked her phone, just to make it easier
Since I was sixteen, I had grown hoes, and you know
Bitch, I know y'all miss me and that's for sure (What?)
Ayy, top dog, bitch
Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
Bitch I'm off Earth
Geeked up
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy
[Chorus]
I just landed on the flight, baby, need the top, I had a long day
With that new makeup, I like, baby, don't take this shit the wrong way
And all we do sit and count paper I kinda' do this shit all day
Do this shit all day (Yeah, haha, yeah)
(Alright, turn me up)
Ayy, pointers on pointers, my momma told me not to point, 'cause that shit rude
I put this VETEMENTS jacket on top of Hermes link, that's what I do
Nigga don't try one of my niggas, they will get yo ass sticked up, like the crew
I'm rockin' Alexander, mix this shit with Tommy, everytime I pop out, it's a move
Yeah, huh, you can't do wrong in my eyes
You can't do no wrong (Ah, ah), hey
Fifty five on this VETEMENT, yeah, this mob ties
I know some rap niggas want me gone, hey
[Verse]
You lovin' how I'm livin', baby, I'm just tryna show you somethin' different (Slatt)
Me and brother just like Michael Jordan, every time he pass the shit to Pippen (Gang)
Bank accountant ask me, how I'm young as fuck, countin' all this money, it's impressive (Hey)
Baby girl, all my money long
Threw out the Michael Amiri (Threw out the Michael Amiri)
Yeah, hoe, this Rick Owen jeans, (Hoe, this Rick Owen jeans), c'mon
Twin got the AR-15, he gon' let it sing off like it's Jodeci, let's go
Bitch do you notice me? Baby do you notice me?
I'm just tryna put you in these flawless diamonds, wrapped just like a rosary (Slatt)
I'm the one that call the shots, huh (Nah)
Find his block, we make it hot (No cap)
I'm just tryna touch the M's, damn, she just wanna touch my crotch (Yeah)
And my gang, this shit on lock
You ain't got no swag, nigga stop
Went two fifty, bust down watch
Twin made a pack, touchdown, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna leave me everyday, I told shawty I need my space, told the bitch leave, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flawless everyday, I'm ballin', I ain't finna' leave 'til I spent three on ya
Tryna text me everyday, I went ahead and blocked her phone, just to make it easier
Since I was sixteen, I had grown hoes, and you know
Bitch, I know y'all miss me and that's for sure (What?)
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