MY BAD (feat. YMT JC)

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Young Mob Ties

Young Mob Ties is a musical artist who specializes in the hip-hop genre. They are known for their energetic and hard-hitting rap style, with lyrics that often revolve around street life and personal experiences. Young Mob Ties has gained a significant following for their raw and authentic sound, and continues to make waves in the music industry. more »

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I got 99 problems but none of 'em cash
I'm an entrepreneur made plays off of hash
Finger itch on my gun like my hand got a rash
And you know it's some fire if I smoke from the batch
Pair of brand new Amiri's I spent 'bout a rack (A rack)
I make sure I don't fall off, I never fall back (No, no)
Never made nothing up everything is a fact (Nah)
They say I shit on 'em too much, my bad (My bad)
We don't do SI's do VV's (VV's)
Trying to get some for my lil' cousin Vi Vi (Vi Vi)
Gotta show out for the people that need me (Need me)
Trying to show out on a flat screen tv
We don't flash no guns you ain't never gon' see these (Nah)
Till' we pull up then you wished you believed me
I got a old soul I could prolly' move CD's (CD's)
Turn a Glock to a hoe, man this shit got DD's (Gang, gang)
Bought a gun you gon' use it on who? (Who?)
We don't diss we gon' catch up with you (You)
AR treating a n*gga like food (Like food)
You get chewed if you make a false move
Life transparent gotta see it through
I'm my own boss I make own my rules (Own rules)
Nah it ain't no Jimmy Jazz, this Jimmy choo (Jimmy Choo)
High price for a murder we slide in a coupe (Skrr)
223's hit 'em with a 556
392 this bitch got wide hips (Yuh)
I'm one, two, three , four n*ggas be five, six (five, six)
I hit your lil' boo I leave her with dry lips (Dry lips)
Puddle full of drip, fit on faucet (Drip)
My wallet fat, you can hear when I drop it
Talk into a phone, snap it, and toss it (Snap it)
Rebound a hoe to my dawg, Ben Wallace
N*ggas go gang to gang
They always changing lanes
Turning lame for the fame
Don't wanna play no games
Roll with orangutans
Spraying it every place
Don't try to play me
Banana clip change your face
We don't got the same mind frame
Look at my time frame
See how far I came I escaped the crime rate
Name holding weight like nine 45 plates (Yuh)
I run it up as long as I wait
I got 99 problems but none of 'em cash
I'm an entrepreneur made plays off of hash
Finger itch on my gun like my hand got a rash
And you know it's some fire if I smoke from the batch
Pair of brand new Amiri's I spent 'bout a rack (A rack)
I make sure I don't fall off, I never fall back (No, no)
Never made nothing up everything is a fact (Nah)
They say I shit on 'em too much, my bad (My bad)
We don't do SI's do VV's (VV's)
Trying to get some for my lil' cousin Vi Vi (Vi Vi)
Gotta show out for the people that need me (Need me)
Trying to show out on a flat screen tv
We don't flash no guns you ain't never gon' see these (Nah)
Till' we pull up then you wished you believed me
I got a old soul I could prolly' move CD's (CD's)
Turn a Glock to a hoe, man this shit got DD's (Gang, gang)
I got 99 problems but none of 'em cash
I'm an entrepreneur made plays off of hash
Finger itch on my gun like my hand got a rash
And you know it's some fire if I smoke from the batch
Pair of brand new Amiri's I spent 'bout a rack (A rack)
I make sure I don't fall off, I never fall back (No, no)
Never made nothing up everything is a fact (Nah)
They say I shit on 'em too much, my bad (My bad)
We don't do SI's do VV's (VV's)
Trying to get some for my lil' cousin Vi Vi (Vi Vi)
Gotta show out for the people that need me (Need me)
Trying to show out on a flat screen tv
We don't flash no guns you ain't never gon' see these (Nah)
Till' we pull up then you wished you believed me
I got a old soul I could prolly' move CD's (CD's)
Turn a Glock to a hoe, man this shit got DD's (Gang, gang)
I got a drum that's a double
Me and the money in love like a couple (Couple)
Hood rich scammers, yeah I know a couple (A couple)
This blick never jam up, hit hard as knuckles (Yuh)
We offing a n*gga don't brag about Scuffles
Ain't buy a bitch Birkin's I been in my duffle (No)
Don't care if it's blood I still can't trust 'em
You lie in yo lyrics that's why you gon' struggle (No, no)
You show fake love I don't know when it's genuine (On gang)
I'm a skinny guy need a AP skeleton
I pay no mind to a n*gga that I'm better then
Vibe pull up take her phone fo' we let her in (No lie)
My heart say stop but my foot keep pedaling (Goodbye)
I can feel my adrenaline, clutching on a FN
I was way too high now my heart rate leveling (On God)
The rats put fear in niggas bigger than a elephant
Why you ain't motivated you 'posed to want it
You don't know the whole story don't speak up on it (C'mon)
Dead presidents at the crib my shit haunted (No, no)
I ain't rich but I'm getting there least I'm honest
Demo send me a beat and I float up on it (I'm on it)
That's my Dogg, he like Dre we smoking chronic (Yuh, yuh)
Only fucking no friendships, no platonic
And the mob tied like some rope is on it
Too flawless

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