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Yellow Mob Ties Lyrics
[Intro]
Let it build up, hold it
I ain't lettin em shield up
Lettin' it build up
Bitch, yeah, I'm lettin it, uh
Oh yeah
Shit wicked
[Hook]
Broke ass bitch, yeah, I'm lettin' it build up
Call of Duty, nah, I ain't lettin' em shield up
Oh yeah, selling that white, Matilda
Opp got popped, hope that boy don't heal up
Oh yeah, big Wick, bitch, I'm the band man
Yeah, my pockets fat like Sandman
My diamonds [?] shits go bam bam
I'm stepping, they call me lil wham bam
[Verse]
Oh yeah, bro got caught on the slam cam
Opp block, we send a shot out the damn Lamb
My block set up like gangland
Not with the mall, we don't shake hands
Only my brothers, my niggas don't make friends
Oh yeah
How you tell on the gang, man that shit don't even make sense
I had to boot up
Maybach, way back, I had [?]
Got me a drake, now I feel like the ruler
Free Big Two, free Hec, free Buddha
Brand new MAC and that shit got a cooler
Figi gang, bitch, yeah I hit his medulla
Spin a opp block, yeah, I spin like a hula
My shooter 15, make him spin on a scooter
[Hook]
Broke ass bitch, yeah, I'm lettin' it build up
Call of Duty, nah, I ain't lettin' em shield up
Oh yeah, selling that white, Matilda
Opp got popped, hope that boy don't heal up
Oh yeah, big Wick, bitch, I'm the band man
Yeah, my pockets fat like Sandman
My diamonds [?] shits go bam bam
I'm stepping, they call me lil wham bam
Let it build up, hold it
I ain't lettin em shield up
Lettin' it build up
Bitch, yeah, I'm lettin it, uh
Oh yeah
Shit wicked
[Hook]
Broke ass bitch, yeah, I'm lettin' it build up
Call of Duty, nah, I ain't lettin' em shield up
Oh yeah, selling that white, Matilda
Opp got popped, hope that boy don't heal up
Oh yeah, big Wick, bitch, I'm the band man
Yeah, my pockets fat like Sandman
My diamonds [?] shits go bam bam
I'm stepping, they call me lil wham bam
[Verse]
Oh yeah, bro got caught on the slam cam
Opp block, we send a shot out the damn Lamb
My block set up like gangland
Not with the mall, we don't shake hands
Only my brothers, my niggas don't make friends
Oh yeah
How you tell on the gang, man that shit don't even make sense
I had to boot up
Maybach, way back, I had [?]
Got me a drake, now I feel like the ruler
Free Big Two, free Hec, free Buddha
Brand new MAC and that shit got a cooler
Figi gang, bitch, yeah I hit his medulla
Spin a opp block, yeah, I spin like a hula
My shooter 15, make him spin on a scooter
[Hook]
Broke ass bitch, yeah, I'm lettin' it build up
Call of Duty, nah, I ain't lettin' em shield up
Oh yeah, selling that white, Matilda
Opp got popped, hope that boy don't heal up
Oh yeah, big Wick, bitch, I'm the band man
Yeah, my pockets fat like Sandman
My diamonds [?] shits go bam bam
I'm stepping, they call me lil wham bam
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