Numba 1 lyrics

[Intro]
Mob Mob Mob Mob Mob Uh
Uh Uh Uh
Mob Mob

[Hook]
I just flew to Cali sit down wit’ the plug uh I’m a run it up
I’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t f*ck it up
I heard n*ggas got the drop where I’m layin’ at so I gotta get the f*ck
They gon’ paint the image like I’m dumb
I’m the top of my city I’m number one
Any job that they give me I get it done
I ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh
I can’t keep f*ckin’ it up ‘cause one day I might have a son uh uh
I still post by the Curb ‘cause I got that sh*t they be wantin’
Crazy how a n*gga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause I wasn’t tryin’ front him
I ain’t playin’ no games I’m gettin’ you left

[Verse]
I’m the coach of the game b*tch I ain’t no ref
I could give you the ins and the outs, I could teach you the less’
If you listen to me n*gga you gon’ progress
I’m the gangstest n*gga the b*tch ever met
I’m steady on money but still got stress
Why would I be mad if you f*ckin’ my ex
I ain’t no blood but the switch on the Glock go blat blat (mob)
We ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout what we on
I gotta her wit’ a bust down patek on
Only give her the di*k ‘cause I like how she moanin’
di*k in the b*tch & breakin’ her bones
Gotta whole deuce of wock’ in the bottom of the styrofoam
You n*ggas talkin’ too much on them jails phone
You ain’t callin’ bout money then leave me alone
Bet you thought was over but n*gga it’s not
Get the drop on my man then I’m gettin’ him got
He got one to his top now it’s blood [?]
I paid for the hit ain’t no strings attached
b*tches burning n*ggas di*k like 4th of July
I ain’t never get burned I’m a hell of a guy
I done slung so much di*k got em wondering why uh uh
If they mad that I’m real, what they me to lie
It’s involving the feds then I gotta lie
What my last b*tch did put a tear in my eye eye eye
If you f*ck wit’ my opps then I hope that you die
I’m mad as a b*tch why the f*ck did I try
sh*t on they ass they not on my time (sh*t on they ass)
And I’m so deep in that water
Finding out my own man informing
And after I finish I bet you we all be up
From da Yo’ to the Blow I’m a get all my mans up
We lost a package then we got it back like State Farm
How you sayin’ you humble and can’t even stay calm
Shoot that tactical Glock think I’m playin’ wit’ a ray gun
I can feel whenever that hate come
I don’t pay no f*ckin’ mind where it come from
Where I’m from we totin’ dracs wit’ big drums

[Hook]
I just flew to Cali sit down wit’ the plug uh I’m a run it up
I’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t f*ck it up
I heard n*ggas got the drop where I’m layin’ at so I gotta get the f*ck
They gon’ paint the image like I’m dumb
I’m the top of my city I’m number one
Any job that they give me I get it done
I ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh
I can’t keep f*ckin’ it up ‘cause one day I might have a son uh uh
I still post by the Curb ‘cause I got that sh*t they be wantin’
Crazy how a n*gga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause I wasn’t tryin’ front him
I ain’t playin’ no games I’m gettin’ you left (I’m gettin’ you left mob)