mob shit

mob shit bitch

what you know about this mob shit?

what you know about this mob shit?

sit down

stop talking that mob shit

if you ain't really from the mob bitch

you was born with a silver spoon in your mouth

i was born with a rusty one

i had to get out there and help my momma out

been a hustler since a younging keeping it lit like a cigarette camels humps

plotting on me

better shit like goose bumps

you wanna tuck em homie

better pack your lunch like a multi task do two or three things at once

get my dick sucked dropping it funky

and smoke a blunt

in the streets i'll never flump

i say it in your face when i sober i ain't gotta be drunk

dramatics over badges mob

got a lot on that leaning the broccoli

beverage site you 23 for a certain we get you gone

sing at home when you belong with the mag and living your learning return the wood its on fire so let it burn

respect that giving the gift is our

you rappers need to quit it with that mob shit

you wasn't in the kitchen tryna' lock shit

you wasn't on the block busting hot shit

you really need to stop you are not it

b he a boss he kept the block buzing

40 got a distorded shotty got it fludding

niggas getting down thugging in the public

hunnids on the old school hoes love it

pardon me baby but i get around

and they dont make a sound all for the rounds

and i dont make a sound when they ask me

rule number one stay task free

masterd baby

but i'm so loyal

i fuck around with it when i'm on the loyal

and you dont fuck around know your own soyal

it made a real nigga wanna bounce for fun

i've been a1 since day one

prolly sold more coke than ronald regean

still in the kitchen with the bulletproof apron

with your bitch on her knees

begging

what you suposed to do? never poodle up to a man nigga

never whip out if you ain't planning on squeezing the fucking trigga

money dont make me i make money

what do i look like flumping over to broke?

nigga ima mack around g

now i done got mine for the a-low

got em back to the hood and they didn't go

its panic mechanic

and im for sho'

but never on the flow could i pound the dough

trap fam hoodrat got em strapped

swearing over mama never heard of that

tryna' murder me i will murder back

find me with them niggas talking bout another sack