Mob Ties - Intellectual

[Intro: Headie One]

Turn, turn, turn, turn

Sykes, Sykes

AbelThePlug

Turn, turn, turn, turn

[Verse 1: Headie One]

Three for twenty, four for thirty

This foreign one is worth that Mel B (Turn, turn)

I'm in and out that trap house

Smash dem packs out ’til man wealthy (Turn)

This white was made in a bando

Defo weren't made in Chelsea (One)

And runnin' down all them opps is defo what made me healthy (One)

Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo

You’re defo gon' make that gurney (Su-su)

I've ridden in a jail house, fist a man up

Like how did I make that servery

They wonder how I got my sentence and served it

Touch road doin' up old school servin' (Turn, turn)

Ten fiends in the bando, comfy

I treat the T house like Merlin (Ay)

All I need is one ching

My bro said I'm forcin' it when I twin

Man splash it on your place, that's sauce on spill

Last thing he saw was my old gold grills

I can tell you ’bout the maddest of losses

How I really took ones that killed (One)

Now I’m at the table with bro

And he said he made a quarter mil'

You know how much I love O

I do it up ’til this cash can't fold

It's two and a blue, I put it up all in there

I really love Pyrex bowls and stoves

Two country phones, that's how we do it up and go

(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

And that’s what you call wash and wear

[Chorus: Monkey]

Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel

Fuck with the opps then you ain't my people (No way, no way, no way, no way)

Most my life has been illegal (Uh-uh)

Crack rocks and drills (Yeah)

New day, new sequel (Yeah)

Got the baddest B in town

The cats say pow, it's lethal (Uh)

War? Man's ready

The clip on the side of the ting

Firm grip, man hold it steady

You don't wanna see gang hop out the car

Violence, mask like Freddie (Nah)

'Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: RV]

My lil' bro Boogie a gunner

He only sixteen, he's still a lil' baby (Free Boogie)

Opps can't chat to the gang

Cah we're all over this beef like gravy (All over)

My new wap came with a hundred sweets

Homeboy, I don't know 'bout savoury (I don't know)

If we don't slide with skengs on peds

Then it might be car, no Tracy (Skrr)

Bae said she likes that tracky that I bought last week

Cah it fits me perfect

She don't even know that I burnt it (Burn that)

Any opp that I got, deserved it

If it weren't me, H, Kash or Skat

It was from lil' Kermit (My niggers)

Only way is O, can't violate us and think we'll firm it

Shit gets messy, no Argentina

On the other side where the grass is greener

Get caught when I bun this Nina

That's you X'd like a pass on Fifa (Yes)

How many sweeps have we done on the opp block?

Like me and my dargs were cleaners

Bet I can't hear no verbal

When I turn up like I'm blastin' speakers (I bet)

In jail, I was bullyin' pagans

And I got nickin' for beefin' gov's (Facts)

Get man down with the tuna

And I don't stop 'til I see his blood (Come on)

I can make a mixtape about works that I've mashed

And all of it's recent stuff

Might see me dressed in Moschino

But I ain't spreadin' no peace and love