Mob (333) lyrics

[intro]
Mic check one two...one two (ha)
I’m bout to get on you hoes (ya)
I need some robitussin and sh*t
Where’s the weed?
Where’s the weed? (With a dirty b*tch, all night)


[verse]
Ya, sippin this sprite while I mix robitussin (sip)
Finger this b*tch while I’m f*cking her cousin (huh?)
She keep on suckin so I keep on bustin (suck)
Blow to his dome make a stack, I know nothin (Yah!)
I stay f*cking but but b*tch I ain’t cuffin (yah!)
Throwing up 3’s we the mob b*tch we run it (ooh)
We be hittin licks so dude what’s the move?
I got some hittas that pop at your crew
I got a strap it go “doo doo doo doo!”
Ricochet, that b*tch hit you, you and you!
b*tches, they love me I make that ass clap
Rappers, they hate me they say I can’t rap
You can run but you can’t hide I’m Bustin this cap
Making this money I’m putting in work
Rari I swerve now he tasting the dirt
Don’t be asking for features b*tch you isn’t in it
She called me while f*cking I said b*tch one minute
She talking, I’m f*cking, I don’t even listen
I’m making this cash and I’m throwing these bands
In the Raris and Lambs and the Mercedes Benz
I know your boy talkin, b*tch hush up your mans
And if he keep talkin I’ll f*ck up your mans
I’m blocking these haters, can’t see with these lens
I feel like I’m Melly, I killed all my friends
Roll down the window Benz (yah!)
Give a f*ck boutta b*tch
I stay hittin licks, (yah!)
R. Kelly when I p*ss (yah!)
On a motherf*cking hoe, I can’t cuff a b*tch (yah!)
I can’t be cuffing b*tches, they just want attention
I get to spittin and she gon’ start drippin
She hop on my di*k like a frog Ribbit Ribbit (yah!)
That pus*y an outlet, my di*k an extension (yah!)
I’m boolin on block and I flex with a tech (yah!)
I hit you with nine and I leave them the rest (yah!)
She pull up with drugs I said “b*tch that’s a bet!” (Yah!)
We got red we got blue and that sh*ts all on deck (yah!)
We shoot up these Shotties that hit on your body
You get no respect, I leave holes in your neck (heyy!)