Текст Headie One – Mob Ties

(Turn, turn, turn, turn)
(Sykes, Sykes)
(AbelThePlug)
(Turn, turn, turn, turn…)

Headie One:
Three for twenty, four for thirty, this foreign one is worth that Mel B
I’m in and out that trap house, smash them packs out ’till man wealthy
This white was made in a bando, defo weren’t made in Chelsea
And running down all them opps is defo what made me healthy
Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo, you’re defo gon’ make that girly
I’ve ridden in a jailhouse, fist a man up, like how did I make that servery
They wonder how I got my
?
and served it, touch road doing up old school serving
Ten fiends in the bando, can’t
?
All I need is one ching, my bro said I’m forcing it when I twin
Man splash it on your place, that’s sauce on spill, last thing he saw was my old gold grill
I can tell you ’bout the maddest of losses, I really took ones that killed
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 ’till this cash can’t fold
It’s two and a blue 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 ware

Monkey:
Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel, fuck with the opps and you ain’t my people
Most my life has been illegal
Crack rocks and drills, new day, new sequel
Got the baddest B in town, the cats same power as Lethal

RV:
My lil’ bro Boogie a gunner, he’s only 16, he’s still a lil’ baby
Opps can’t chat to the gang cah we’re all over this beef like crazy
My new wap came with a hundred sweets, homeboy, I don’t know about savoury
If we don’t slide with skengs on peds then it might be car, no chasey
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, any opp that I got deserved it
If it weren’t me, H, Kash or Skat, it was from lil’ Kermit
Only way is O, can’t violate us and think we’ll firm it
Shit gets Messi, no Argentina, on the other side where the grass is greener
Get caught when I bun this Nina, that’s
?
fever
How many sweeps have we done on the opp block? Like me and my dargs are cleaners
Bet I can’t hear no verbal when I turn up like I’m blasting speakers
In jail, I was bullying paigons and I got nicking for beefing govs
Get man down with the tuna and I don’t stop ’till I see his blood
I can make a big stake about works that I’ve mashed and all of it’s recent stuff
Might see me dressed in Moschino but I ain’t spreading no peace and love

Monkey:
Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel, fuck with the opps and you ain’t my people
Most my life has been illegal
Crack rocks and drills, new day, new sequel
Got the baddest B in town, the cats same power as Lethal
War, mans 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
‘Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly