Mobster lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (Sosa 808)
Ayy

[Verse]
Snatch 'em out their wig and make that pus*y n*gga run
I feel like Nick with the cannon and that b*tch came with the drum
I was gon' take 'em on a lick until I saw 'em drop a gun
And she said she wasn't a freak 'til she put molly on her tongue
b*tch, I feel like Rick Ruben, half a million in songs
I'm as solid as they come
b*tch, I came from [?]
I don't care 'bout no hater, f*ck 'em all, those n*ggas bums
Play with Wopster, you get hung
b*tch, I'm all black, like a nun
You fell in love with that b*tch, I fell in love with gettin' rich
I love the way she suck my di*k, but this money sh*t is it
So much designer in my closet, I don't know which shoe to pick
Could go with Raf or the Rick
I pour up half like I'm sick
I control my destiny just like the movie that's called Click
I know you seen that scary movie so you know that sh*t ain't it
When I up and I say I might kill this, just know this ain't no skit
Choppa got banana clip, go on ahead, it got to split
Clout fast, I lose it quick
My b*tch perty, her name Tiff'
She ride the di*k, yeah, like a [?]
She got that water, like a ship
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm tryna get a n*gga flipped
I see 12 inside the room, [?] can't even hear
If them people come here lookin' for me, tell 'em I ain't here
I'm the rookie of the year, I'm that young n*gga they fear
Know you people, they can't stand me, so b*tch go grab a chair
b*tch I'm gon' do what I want, never cared and never will
I done spent a hundred on my neck, I'm lit now, I can't chill
I bet they think that sh*t ain't it, they ain't knowin' this sh*t real
If I get up in a jam, that's on my soul, b*tch, I won't tell
Real shark up in the water, you a mother f*ckin' whale
'Member days when I was broke, n*gga had to catch the L
I was down bad on my sh*t, I crushed up sh*t with a scale
I was somewhere fightin' demons, tryna bring me down to Hell
Steady hatin' on a n*gga, b*tch, get up and make a sale
b*tch, I had a loose screw since I was 12
Got 50 in the trap, it ain't on tape but it's a kill
My pockets full of knots, they finna pop, my sh*t gon' swell
A slimey mother f*cker take yo' sh*t and never tell
[Outro]
I condone all f*ckery
You will get robbed, you will get yo' ass killed f*ckin' with the mob
I ain't gon' say too much