Mob Ties (Explicit) - Drake

Producer：Boi 1da/Allen Ritter

Drake：

Ayy sick of these n**gas sick

Sick of these n**gas sick sick

Hire some help help get rid of these n**gas skrr

Sick of this sh*t move to the Ritz

Turned out the b**ch 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 b**ch ain't got no tags skrr skrr

Louis bags in exchange for body bags yeah

Drake：

Sick of these n**gas sick

Sick of these n**gas sick sick

Hire some help help get rid of these n**gas grr

F**k what it was it is what it is

Whatever you did it is what it is

And I'm so tired tired

I f**k with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta ties

Knock you off to pay their tithes oh

They want me gone but don't know why

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t

I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t

It's too late for all that

It's too late for all that ayy

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t

I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t

It's too late for all that ayy

It's too late for all that

Ayy sick of these n**gas

I'm sick of these n**gas

Hire some help get rid of these n**gas

I'm not with the ra-ra

I am a Dada

My b**ch in Chanel now

Your b**ch in Escada sick 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

Twenty-nine 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 'em two for forty million like Chappelle two

Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail two

Heard you hit up so and so that name don't ring a bell nah

Sick of these n**gas sick

Hire some help get rid of these n**gas

I'm sick of this sh*t sick sick

I'm runnin' a blitz ayy

Whatever you did ayy it is what it is

And I'm so tired tired

I f**k with the mob and I got ties lotta ties lotta 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 sh*t

I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t

It's too late for all that

It's too late for all that ayy

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t

I'm your brother sh*t all that other sh*t

It's too late for all that ayy

It's too late for all that