Dedication lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, mob, uh
I don't wanna hear none of that
(Mob sh*t, man)
(I ain't on none of that)
b*tch (Don Gotti did it)
Mob, mob, mob
Yeah, uh, uh, for real
I'm on some real mob sh*t right here, n*gga
I'm robbin' the robbers for real
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Push up on my opp, I'm tryna leave one of they ass, uh
Put my heart in spinnin', b*tch I'm geeked to catch my man, uh
'Member I was down, b*tch, I was sleepin' in that van, uh (b*tch)
But I ain't do that for nothin', b*tch, I was sleepin' on my man (Mob)
They don't come like me, b*tch, I'm the hardest in this sh*t, uh
Ask, when I get f*cked up, I start robbin' in this sh*t (For real), uh
We come to yo' club (b*tch), you know we mobbin' in that b*tch, uh (Mob)
n*gga ain't gon' take sh*t, got that rocket in my dip, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
n*ggas think that I don't see 'em f*ckin' with my vics, uh (Yeah)
Catch 'em tryna spin and drop a hunnid on they whip, uh
Fat sh*t in my clip, b*tch, it's .50 in that fifth (Boom)
Oh no, I ain't scared to die, they get me, b*tch we gon' spin they bin (For real)
That stick hit ten of them (Boom, boom), we come back we droppin' plenty men (Boom, boom)
Brodie say don't stop, I'm gon' blow until it's empty then (For real)
Breezy like my blood (Ayy, Breez'), I can't treat that n*gga like my friend (Nah)
Keep my n*gga low, when I call 'em, he gon' get it in (Yeah)
And I know n*ggas hate, they can't see me through them five percents (Yeah)
Coming off my top (I'm off the top), f*ck a pad 'cause I don't need no pen
I know I could make it, I won't stop until I get them M's
Found out where they at, I'm gon' walk down in my f*ckin' Timbs (Walk)
Do hits back to back, drop this banger wit' my n*gga Gotti (Hey Gotti)
Can't f*ck wit' all them n*ggas (b*tch), so that hunnid piece gotta be beside me (Boom, boom, boom)
Too many youngin's, couldn't be in the alley
Lift up the Glock, I'll shoot anybody (I'ma shoot)
Think I ain't know that that pus*y got mileage (b*tch)
b*tch f*cked Breezy and thought she could hide it (Yeah)
b*tch ain't got no business but she need to mind it (Huh)
Bro caught a body on home confinement
b*tch can't get my money, don't know why she tryin' (Huh?)
b*tch look at my necklace, a cross wit' diamonds (b*tch)
And you only know that the strong survive (b*tch)
Can't f*ck wit' a n*gga if he don't be ridin'
If you say we locked in, you know I'm slidin'
I'm f*ckin' that love sh*t, I ain't gon' find it (b*tch)
37th raised me, b*tch I'm thuggin', I'm a '90s baby (Yo, yo)
Strapped up like the Navy, tryna book me, need that down payment
I just f*cked on a white b*tch, after I f*cked her, b*tch told me she was racist (White b*tch)
But I don't know how, her father was white and her mother was black so the b*tch caucasian (b*tch)
b*tch lay up wit' me, then she gotta be naked (Yeah)
Won't giver her the di*k if the b*tch look basic (Yeah)
I'm puttin' my whole arm in when I bake it (Huh?)
I f*cked but I ain't gon' make her my lady
That rubber protect me from makin' a baby
If I give her raw di*k, she'll be crazy
You ain't give me sh*t, n*gga, don't say you made me
Heard that an opp n*gga say he gon' spank me (Opps)
Run up a bag and no I ain't change
Keep this b*tch on me, don't care if I'm famous (Fah-fah-fah)
Still in the hood and I'm still bangin' (I'm still bangin')
She don't eat di*k right, I gotta train her (She eatin' di*k)
Don't think that I'm f*cked up 'cause I'm maintaining (Sticks)
b*tch thought she was something 'cause I took her to Major's (Yeah)
That ain't no love b*tch, I'm just a player (No love)
Yo' b*tch got money, then I gotta break her
Hop out the car, n*gga run, we gon' chase 'em (Uh, uh, uh)
Let me get up, n*gga, I'ma point blank 'em (Boom, boom)
I'm beefin' so I gotta clutch on a stranger (Beef on beef)
I'm kickin' the brick like my nickname Sheamus
My right hand tell, then I gotta hang 'em (Damn)
b*tch been a ho, then you know you won't change 'em (Uh)
You can't turn a ho b*tch to a housewife (Uh)
Yo' father a rat so that make you a mice (That n*gga opps)
We on 21st, we out all night (We on the first)
I'm in the trap wit' Mal and Ike (Mal and Ike)
Young ass n*ggas don't know 'bout life
Got a Drac' wit' a switch and a glick wit' a light (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
How you gon' be my b*tch? All them di*ks that you bite
If the b*tch ain't bad, when I f*ck her, it's bye (b*tch)
Me and my b*tch run it up then go to Dubai, I'm livin' the rockstar life
I thug every day, just me and my man
f*ck a nine to five, you know I'm the pound man
After I spin, b*tch, you hear the ambulance (Ambulance)
That's what you get for the jiffin' and playin' (Yeah)
I run up the money from sellin' the yay
Chill ass n*ggas be actin' like clam (n*ggas be hoes)
Killin' my opp if he step out of bounds
n*ggas ain't the same when I'm around
Get in my water, you know you gon' drown (Know you'll drown)
See 'em, I whip it and hit 'em wit' rounds (Yeah)
From the 'yo to the blow, we runnin' sh*t down (Yeah)
We ain't punish him then we gon' dunish him now (Yeah)
Let a n*gga kill me, then I'm huntin' him down (Know that I'm huntin' him down)
n*ggas runnin' they mouth 'cause I'm runnin' the town (Know that I'm runnin')
He tagged up, tweakin' for f*ckin' around (Boom)
n*gga get on top of me, I'm pluckin' him down
I got f*cked up ways, b*tch, I'm tryna kill somethin' (I'm f*cked up)
All the aggression, I just let it build up (I let it build up)
Spin wit' the stick, go back wit' it filled up (Boom)
I'm thumbin' so much, b*tch, I'm gettin' paper cuts (I'm gettin' paper cuts)
You dissin' me broke b*tch, go get yo' paper up (Go get yo' bag up)
Beam on a pistol, I'm hittin' his face up (Boom)
Got titties on sticks, we blowin' yo' block up
n*ggas gon' need a army if they tryna stop us
Got money but I gotta gun for the robbers (Yeah)
Servin' dog food, f*ckin' a model (Yeah)
I got public vomit fluid straight out the bottle (I got bomb)
Runnin' this rap sh*t, I'm Tiki Bob (b*tch)
Glock give 'em shape up, b*tch, I'm a barber (Boom, boom)
She give me head, the b*tch got a bob (b*tch gotta eat di*k)
Soon as I bust, the b*tch gotta swallow (b*tch gotta eat di*k)
You could play for the Dodgers and still can't dodge this (Mob)
Come wit' that big sh*t, you know I spark sh*t (Mob)
Lot of these n*ggas about to get robbed b*tch (They 'bout to get robbed)
You know that you shouldn't have been f*ckin' wit' opps, b*tch
I ain't f*ckin' wit' rappers, they got on my opp list (They got on my opp list)
Be easy to get, I'ma send 'em my opp pic' (That b*tch easy)
And the only thing the b*tch want is my opp di*k (Haha)
G-29, a big ass Glock ten (Big ass Glock ten)
Bullets big as sh*t, I barely could put 'em in (b*tch)
Spin through and miss, I bet I won't miss again (Boom, boom, boom)
Junky want the drop, I gotta give it then (I got drop)
This sh*t dry out yo' tongue like cinnamon (This sh*t tried out)
This sh*t killed ten junkies in ten minutes
I got Fentanyl lines all through the trenches (Fent')
n*ggas got on me so I bought a big glizzy (Yeah)
Uh, n*gga got on me so I bought a big glizzy