Mob Ties Lyrics – Drake

Mob Ties Lyrics – Drake
Song Details:
Song: Mob Ties
Artist: Drake
Album: Scorpion
Release: 2018
Label: Republic Records
Genre: Hip-hop/rap

Mob Ties Lyrics

Ayy sick of these niggas sick
Sick of these niggas sick sick
Hire some help get rid of these niggas
Sick of this shit move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch
It is what it is yeah
GLE ’cause that Lambo movin’ fast
S Class G Class lotta class
In a rocket and that bitch ain’t got no tags
Louis bags in exchange for body bags yeah

Sick of these niggas sick
Sick of these niggas sick sick
Hire some help get rid of these niggas
Fuck what it was it is what it is
Whatever you did it is what it is
And I’m so tired tired

I fuck with the mob and I got ties got the ties got the ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes
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

Ayy sick of these niggas
Sick of these niggas
Hire some help
Get rid of these niggas
I’m not with the ra-ra
I am a da-da
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in the Prada sick sick sick

Yeah and they shook
Please don’t let them fool ya I don’t care how they look nah
Heard all of the talkin’ now it’s quiet now it’s shush shh
29 is comin’ they on edge when I cook cook
Lead the league in scorin’ man but look at my assists shh
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce yeah
I do not forget a thing I’m patient it’s a gift yeah
Try to tell ’em they ain’t got to do it they insist they insist
Yeah I can tell
I just gave them two for $40 million like Chappelle two
Standing over coffin with a hammer and a nail two
Heard you hit up so and so that name don’t ring a bell

Sick of these niggas sick
Sick of these niggas sick sick
Hire some help get rid of these niggas
I’m sick of this shit sick sick
I’m runnin’ a blitz
Whatever you did it is what it is
And I’m so tired tired

I fuck with the mob and I got ties got the ties got the ties
Knock you off to pay their tithes
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…