IN THE MOB

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I'm drunk as hell, it's two somethin'
This ice cost like two somethin'
Bitch, Peezy hit my line late as hell
He got two runners
She turnt it to a challenge
Tryna suck me like a cucumber
I heard you got the Wocky jawns and
I need a few of 'em
Goonie called me with some orange heads
I need a few hundred
I ran off on a nigga out the way
Got a new number bitch, I'm in the mob
You can call me Joe Pesci
Straight Talk gettin' hectic
Gettin' neck while I'm textin'
I'll pull off, let off a hundred
Send a message if I spin a nigga street
I'ma hit him with the extras
Bitch, it's Damedot the bank teller
Ball like I'm Mayweather
I chose the straight drop over your
Bitch cause it taste better
Meech VS'd the rose gold 'Dweller
And I iced my buffies
I can't give a bitch the whole dick
'cause she gon say she love me
Cute bitches come dime a dozen
Swear to God they love me
I can leave the house with no jewelry
Still look like I'm flooded

F*ck her brains out, now I'm actin' funny
I can't even think about a
Bitch cause I'm thinkin money
It ain't least a thirty, nigga
Why you up it? Hit girly, hit her BFF
Got them bitches puzzled
We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins
She heard my cologne cost a roll
So she wanna hug me
My bitch got on VLONE, but when
It come to some friends, it's f*ck 'em
To you niggas, it could mean
The world, but to me, it's nothin'

It all started in the basement
Skip a couple years
Now we got money by the cases
Turned a corner, they ain't see
Me, got 'em askin'
"Where the Wraith went?"
Closed casket at the funeral
Got 'em askin' where his face went
Bitch, I'm in the mob
You need a membership to get in
Bought the 'Vette, but couldn't drive it
Had to lose some weight to fit in
Gate surround the crib, bitch
You gotta show your face to get in
Man, I ain't fuckin' with you niggas
That's the type of space I been in
I can leave the crib without no jewelry
Still got on a hundred
State to state, I'm goin' on tour
Green face presis like I'm goin' to war
All these dead presidents, I own a morgue
Supreme season, new Supreme on
Shit look like velour
Sick of niggas rappin' 'bout shit
They know they can't afford
Junkie said I came a long way
I pulled up in that foreign

F*ck her brains out, now I'm actin' funny
I can't even think about a
Bitch 'cause I'm thinkin' money
It ain't least a thirty, nigga
Why you up it? Hit girly, hit her BFF
Got them bitches puzzled
We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins
She heard my cologne cost a roll
So she wanna hug me
My bitch got on VLONE, but when
It come to some friends, it's f*ck 'em
To you niggas, it could mean
The world, but to me, it's nothin'

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