Bands (feat. Vic Money)

Going against the Mob Ask Shorty what that cash did That's a bad mistake Yea that's a bad mistake It might have you face down laying on the pavement Yea this All Fades shit Pockets going through a transformation Roads trips, got a phd in transportation I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration I need my money on the go and no procrastination Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient Tell em push up smoke bitch I'm wit the mob Got a bad bitch gone work that job Young nigga push up hop out rock Deep in the streets we got it locked Run up that pape lil bitch can't stop Know Vic 1B gone keep the glock Ride with some shit that'll knock off a top Tell you one time don't play with the mob Huh, yeah Let's get to it Don't talk about the struggle if you ain't been through it Don't talk about the hit if you didn't do it Wet up the block my young niggas spin through it Talk bout the pape well we get the extras Walk that boy down leave him dead on a stretcher Callin for smoke it's hot wherever 1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas 1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas 1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas He want the smoke we hit em wherever He want the smoke we hit em wherever Glah glah glah glah Let's go Pockets going through a transformation Roads trips, got a phd in transportation I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration I need my money on the go and no procrastination Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient You with the steppers Now you in the jungle you with the leopards We ain't the chasers This ain't a dream, bitch we the catchers Over north where the bullets fly We got blicks like the army rangers Broad day it leave you traumatized Gun play from an altercation Keep an eye on them hater types Never know how they feel inside It don't matter how much love show them They'll turn into the killer type The same dude you was hanging with Tried putting him on plenty plays Be the same one who been plotting on you Hate it when he see you levitate Booty thick like a Big Mac But you can tell she like soul food Dudes be swearing they run the city Because they always in Gold Room We the mob we ain't club hopping They just standin sofas yea Blizzy standing on business pussy Over north where the soldiers at Pockets going through a transformation Roads trips, got a phd in transportation I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration I need my money on the go and no procrastination Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated Going against the mob that's a bad mistake It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient