Lyrics:
by my dawg if he wrong I'm still with it
We knocking shit off if you play boy we spinning
P.R.M be the mob or the gang no specific
Sent that bitch
shots
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
I just think you fucking with
for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
Three piece suit with a piece by the waistline
Just in case a motherfucker wanna
my mob aye
I love my niggas, I love my niggas
I love my squad, aye
I love my squad, I love my n*ggas, I love my mob aye
I love my, I love my
Im
Produced by: Pluto
Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play
It ain't public but I been stacking up them figures
I know how to get some money, you can tell by the way I talk
Long live Pimp C, gotta keep it
Cuban link on the neck and the wrist
Mob ties, I'll send a hit
Infekted Inc., whole team sick
Drive-by, nope we ain't miss
Hop out do a trick
I'm a star touching money right now
I got mob take me to that money right now
You from abroad? Hit my phone you want it right now
Throw them racks
God did, God did, I'm a witness (woo)
I just sent fifty bottles to bitches (woo)
Know the gang in the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
(Felipe S)
(Trauma Tone)
I got mob ties, got to know my purpose
My little bitch perfect
Had to go spend that on that Birkin, yeah
Make it easy
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
times
Hey it's just for the best
Take this mob s*** serious, please respect it
[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
'Cause it's
south)
The Field Mob
(Field, Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)
Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake
The Field Mob
(Field, Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)
Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake it, shake it)
Who
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
he snuck and joined the mob
Nobody knew but he was carryin’ a nine
So someone robbed him and he shot out there eyes
It was time to get revenge on all
Hit the strip no cap to the talent
The mob rolls deep smoke gas by the gallon
Why these broke cats wanna challenge
I popped from the beats not packs
Welcome to Clayton County! Yeah
Mob ties shit, nigga la familia
Mob ties shit, you are not familiar
Tres racks on me, looking like a dealer
Real
the notes that I sing on a beat by me
Whole team in the booth whole vibe by reese
I just sang this mob shit I just sang this mob shit
I just sang this mob
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