SOB Odee - Gang Ties lyrics
[SOB Odee - Gang Ties lyrics]
Fuck all that talkin', lil' boy, let's get it
You get busy and bring the goddamn guns
What you got out? yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my lil' niggas how y'all
All my lil' niggas with that, what I say? Ayy
All of my lil' niggas with that shit
So stop the cap talkin' 'bout you active
We the ones who knock shit off the map
Them 308s
They put his ass to bed and made him a nap
He a bitch in person
That's why he act gangster on the app
All that shit talkin' he did
He can't even use his lips
This a striker, once I do a drill
Bounce out and switch the whips
ARP a fully, it's hard to control
Put on the grip tucked inside my hoodie
I'm gon' let it blow and dump the clip
I know my opps really want blood 'cause
I'm that nigga and they broke
Plus my numbers damn near on the charts
I'm the one who gettin' hope
Nigga takin' somethin' from me like
Hangin' yourself from bare rope
Freaky bitch
She masturbatin' soon as she get off the coke
What you know 'bout tryna hop out
Chase your victim 'til he fall?
They took one of mines and laughed
We did the same when it was y'alls
Vonnie got the wheel
Damn near crashed the V like it was Paul
I get caught in a jam, 12 start askin' shit
I don't recall
Ridin' through the park at night
I'm tryna catch them playin' ball
Third party, I let them shoot it out
Then I'm gon' get involved
Bro gon' beat that body 'cause none
Of these murders gettin' solved
Green tips, big AR bullets, FMJ
Go through a wall, uh
Knock it off, if you up that gun
You better pop it off
And he was bein' flashy
Grab that chain and take his noggin off
Dead wrong tryna beef with me
You still live in your mama house
Fuck all of that talkin', let's get busy
Bring them choppers out
Three grams and a Russian, shoot at me
I dump a dozen let this forty sing like SZA
I don't mind if we in public
Ain't gon' blow that bitch
So why you buy that gun? You ain't on nothin'
With that switch you gotta swap that
Standard out and grab a hundred, uh
I ain't goin' back broke 'cause I
Got paid off sellin' onions
Put it on the scale, four forty-eight
That shit my favorite number
Ain't no chitter-chat, they play with me
We fuck up the summer goin' tit for tat
We hit they blocks with pipes
Like I'm the plumber
Niggas slept on me, okay, it's cool
I let them slumber
Really been that nigga, I'm the shit
Go get a plunger
Yeah, I start my day by makin' plays
And fill my lungs with gunja
Even though he never paid me for
That pack, I still'll from him, uh
Knock it off, if you up that gun
You better pop it off
And he was bein' flashy
Grab that chain and take his noggin off
Dead wrong tryna beef with me
You still live in your mama house
Fuck all of that talkin', let's get busy
Bring them choppers out
Three grams and a Russian, shoot at me
I dump a dozen let this forty sing like SZA
I don't mind if we in public
Ain't gon' blow that bitch
So why you buy that gun? You ain't on nothin'
With that switch you gotta swap that
Standard out and grab a hundred, uh
You get busy and bring the goddamn guns
What you got out? yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my lil' niggas how y'all
All my lil' niggas with that, what I say? Ayy
All of my lil' niggas with that shit
So stop the cap talkin' 'bout you active
We the ones who knock shit off the map
Them 308s
They put his ass to bed and made him a nap
He a bitch in person
That's why he act gangster on the app
All that shit talkin' he did
He can't even use his lips
This a striker, once I do a drill
Bounce out and switch the whips
ARP a fully, it's hard to control
Put on the grip tucked inside my hoodie
I'm gon' let it blow and dump the clip
I know my opps really want blood 'cause
I'm that nigga and they broke
Plus my numbers damn near on the charts
I'm the one who gettin' hope
Nigga takin' somethin' from me like
Hangin' yourself from bare rope
Freaky bitch
She masturbatin' soon as she get off the coke
What you know 'bout tryna hop out
Chase your victim 'til he fall?
They took one of mines and laughed
We did the same when it was y'alls
Vonnie got the wheel
Damn near crashed the V like it was Paul
I get caught in a jam, 12 start askin' shit
I don't recall
Ridin' through the park at night
I'm tryna catch them playin' ball
Third party, I let them shoot it out
Then I'm gon' get involved
Bro gon' beat that body 'cause none
Of these murders gettin' solved
Green tips, big AR bullets, FMJ
Go through a wall, uh
Knock it off, if you up that gun
You better pop it off
And he was bein' flashy
Grab that chain and take his noggin off
Dead wrong tryna beef with me
You still live in your mama house
Fuck all of that talkin', let's get busy
Bring them choppers out
Three grams and a Russian, shoot at me
I dump a dozen let this forty sing like SZA
I don't mind if we in public
Ain't gon' blow that bitch
So why you buy that gun? You ain't on nothin'
With that switch you gotta swap that
Standard out and grab a hundred, uh
I ain't goin' back broke 'cause I
Got paid off sellin' onions
Put it on the scale, four forty-eight
That shit my favorite number
Ain't no chitter-chat, they play with me
We fuck up the summer goin' tit for tat
We hit they blocks with pipes
Like I'm the plumber
Niggas slept on me, okay, it's cool
I let them slumber
Really been that nigga, I'm the shit
Go get a plunger
Yeah, I start my day by makin' plays
And fill my lungs with gunja
Even though he never paid me for
That pack, I still'll from him, uh
Knock it off, if you up that gun
You better pop it off
And he was bein' flashy
Grab that chain and take his noggin off
Dead wrong tryna beef with me
You still live in your mama house
Fuck all of that talkin', let's get busy
Bring them choppers out
Three grams and a Russian, shoot at me
I dump a dozen let this forty sing like SZA
I don't mind if we in public
Ain't gon' blow that bitch
So why you buy that gun? You ain't on nothin'
With that switch you gotta swap that
Standard out and grab a hundred, uh