Lyrics:
muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
younger
We'll only leave you suspicious and to wonder
And at the end I make a come up
Nigga, was raised up off of M.O.B
Fetti over somethin', that's
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
to Beyonce
And we poppin', be honest
Who you know be honest
Your money thin as an eye lid
And we mob shit like Italian
Mane these niggas can't fuck with me
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
nigga, we straight gangsta pimps
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
If beef come around, can't let it go
When my funds turn legit, I'ma let
the Rocky of this mob, yeah you better respect me
Nobody fuck with me, cause they know I am the top G
You on planet YadZ World we losin', hold the gravity
my phone now
Yea i got what you needing
You want weed lean or molly
Nigga i can sell a dream (yea)
Money make the world go around
So im all about
refuse to be defeated
Competition's depleated 'cause my rhyme's so heated
And you can't fuck with me, ya need to stop fakin
I'm workin on my sixth CD
muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
on your Sony
2.23 in my clip I shoot that bitch I'm balling
Drugs make me glitch out I'm installing
I'm the main part everybody is applauding
Everybody stop
the money want the bread I need that cream cheese
VVS too bright she can't see a thing
I'm 32 I'm with my brothers we the dream team
Count it up Ima make sure
V1:
They say we the scum of the earth, why? Cause of the places we live at?/
Locked up for nothin, and can’t get a job, throw us back up in jail,
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
up with the Mob yeah you can't miss it
Going off like a bomb when the fye hit it
Can't stop me in this life imma die winning
We poppin
Mob aint ever
I cry to be heard?
“No fear,” they say
Carry on, we’ll make way
Create a new lane, a new world for our boys and girls
We can…
We can, “Hands up, don’t
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
hoe
Smokin on John Wayne
I can't feel my damn feet
This shit goin crazy
You know this Shit Don't Stop for neen
I'm so Profit World to death I line my
before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
I'm in my bag
I do it all for us
We against the world
There's nobody to trust
Either I die successful
Leaving you all my love
Or I die regretful
it, shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down
I met
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