FBG The Mob (feat. Moe Tra & FBG Josh)

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Ayy, yo, Donovan, heat that up
Real shit got me feelin' like Osama
Slidin' through the city, prayin' to them like Obama
Niggas screamin' freeband, I ain't even got a runner

The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm dead in the karma
Lied to the judge, I'ma lie to your homie

Bitch lied to a nigga, stuffed a dick in her stomach
Four drop in these bags, now they put a nigga on me
No, I can't see you get hit up with them
I really get poppin', I don't really been homie

I ain't die shit, but the feds in the marsh
You niggas move sloppy, need to clean up your prostitute
Bad to back on the road, we finna pop it
It's an LBG takeover, we the trend top

You niggas in the way, you niggas just stop it
You got the card in the lot, we lock it
Young turn niggas, bitch, slide it to my pocket
Ayy, uh, ayy, let go

Who with him? That nigga for real
Big LBG, do this shit with no deal
In the H at the top of the hill
I'm the king of this beat, got my slimes in the field

Pac blue like I pay for the bills
I ain't sleepin' on green, bitch, they walk out the ceiling
F*ck the night, had to sell the whole chip
Bitch, I'm fresh off the road, you don't live how I live

This shit hot, nigga, flow like glue
I ain't got time to wait, time to tip me a mil
Got the job to my right in the field
Can't blink on the emission, we love us dreamin

We like the M from my dog, got a coupe
Put H's on me, get crossed out for real
In the coupe, I'm controllin' the wheel
In the H, we got children for real

G and 5 John, we for the kill
Put a button on the Glock, I was runnin' through the field
Head tap underneath like we playin' in the gym
Been slammin' on steel like Vince hit the rim

Copped me, lil' baby, like, where I'm
I chose the round, lil' nigga had to put down the ground
Don't know what I made out the scam
Been bustin' these players, got a dub right now

I'm all up in heels till the bitch come down
I'm havin' these modes, baby, gotta move around
Ayy, baby, I be too much to handle
This LBG, get your Vinci sound up

Might put you on a flight, we can go to Atlanta
Might show you how to round, bae, I'm P in the county
Pushin' these P's, I don't f*ck with no rounder
I'm catchin' these players, O'Dell for the pack

I'm all out the purse like the nail from the back
Ayy, really could've copped me a hack
Tweets say, come down, all I know is get back
I'm slammin' with curve, got a Durant in the back

I'm slammin' by 6, runnin' off and get whack
You can call that boy Rick and get shot in the back
Ayy, really, really run off with that
We ain't crankin' no cops, we gon' take out scat

392, we got twin in the back
Can't f*ck with no shit, tell the Nat to get back
Ayy, that bitch can't go out like that
Ayy

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