Lyrics:
that night I coulda been nother Breonna huh
Arrest them niggas
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mob
I'mma just slide by myself
Come with ya gang
Come with
If my main bitch new
She would kill me
And all my nigga been mob in
I got shooters
That solve them problems
She walked by
I scooped her up
Baby
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with, retaliations a bitch
some stay at home jobs, And I got mob ties
You couldn't miss if you was blind
Coming in like a tank
I'm a Jounin, Kick yo door in lil nigga what's your
place
Niggas blinded by the wrong things
Flashing lights and the cameras
Me im tryna be unseen
I dont need all the glamour
Stay focus on the right things
with a Drac' (Drac')
Usually in the cut with a dirty K (dirty K)
Usually get by, you won't get away (nah)
Choppers on deck and a young nigga paid (a
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Niggas want that old mob shit back
(Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.)
For all my mob music monsters
(In a major way.
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
They know
It's mob business, nigga
Uh, look
We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearted
Now they hate us for
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get
a status at a very young age
...And now respected by the OGs from the previous page
...Riding with the mob is now a full time job
Somethimg needs to be done?
the squad)
Low key, yeah we move just like the mob (like the mob)
We gon' get this bread for the squad (for the squad)
Run it up, yeah we always on the job (we
(hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma
send that walking
30 to your front door
Baby 3, he got that Choppa, better get low
Pack mob, big guns, and them bankrolls
We'll bust a nigga head
And get
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B.
And fuck your homeboys, nigga, we can drop the guns
I hit your block
into a fossil
Now all you niggas scared 'cause you know I'm a mob dude
I don't care who shot you
I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
flexing quitting siwezi dreams ni mob
Tik tok hadi kwa watch time haistop(haistop)
Ka list ni ya realest niggas AD one ameandikwa on top(on top)
Niko break
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