Mob Ties

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Steady Mobbin, steady robbing, you'll think we the Gotti boys Hundred bricks of heroin nigga, you'll would think I'm [?] boy Way I'm bossed up on these fingers, you would think I'm Tony boy Gucci Mane the money man, I'll treat you like an errand boy You in the crowd and talking loud but who the fuck you scaring, boy? I'm on probation, toting a strap cause I'm not even caring, boy You bluffin' and I know it, I'm not buyin' the shit you sellin', boy Youse a country monkey nigga, I'mma split ya watermelon boy I got yellow ice and yellow bitches, rapping like I'm yelling boy Fucking bitches while you snitching, yeah I'm smashing, why you telling boy? He can't even focus cause this nigga really jealous, boy A million dollars up they called my phone but I'm finessing, boy [Hook: Gucci Hook] The young nigga got mob ties Talkin like a wise guy But if you to it with my guys I guarantee there's gon' be gun fire The young nigga got mob ties I'm talkin bout a wise guy But if you to it with my guys They're be some motherfuckin' gun fire [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Young nigga, mob ties Got a gangsta bad bitch that's part of mob wives Black strap, black niggas, in a black coupe Mob shit, throwing my hood up out the roof Round trip flight, come back and I flood the straights I told my niggas say our grace because its time to eat Negotiating and talkin numbers what I'm into Nothing but extra strong on my menu Place your order, then wait for it Nigga come and get it, the best shit in the city You say you want some P's, then lets go and talk business I'll hit my nigga Gucci for you if you talking chickens [Hook: Gucci Mane] The young nigga got mob ties