MOB lyrics

[Intro]

I don't f*ck with the n*gga, he a pus*y (mm) straight up
So what's got you feeling that way man?
n*ggas just be doing lil' b*tch ass sh*t, you know what I'm saying?
sh*t a b*tch would do, you na mean, like a little b*tch

[Verse 1] (83HADES)

Got they brother dead now they looking who's behind the shot
f*ck him, he a b*tch put his greasy ass up in a box
You still think they scary but they not, they got bedazzled Glocks
Testing every motherf*cker in here, who gon' think they hot?

All I do is motherf*cking score pass your boy the rock
Isn't that your mans on the floor crying he got shot
Yeah we getting really f*cking ghetto shoot in parking lots
24/7 I'm a killer all around the clock

b*tches ain't sh*t until I see them little panties drop
Yeah my syrup sweet, ooh wee, I hit the candy shop
Fizzy in my drink, lil b*tch I like to Perky pop
Everybody knows [?] out here, Mr. Kill-A-Cop

I don't do no handouts, broke b*tch what the f*ck you thought
Better know my ties b*tch I'm chilling with the f*cking mob
Got rid of the apples, but I'm still gon' watch your head bob
Spin around his block like I'm twisting on a doorknob
Put him in a casket, ain't no R.I.P. that boy a slob
If you need a score then hit me up, I got you with a lob
(What?) Why these b*tches really think they smart
.223 hollow tips, b*tch, rip your body 'part

[Verse 2] (DAMIEN LUCI)

Spittin' with that chrome, it's hittin' stupid it go through his heart
Offa Molly in the whip, they in pursuit, ain't throwing sh*t in park
Hit that boy so hard, now he a phantom yeah he seeing stars
Yeah I wacked 'em for a buck, pulled up on him at the mini mart

If you chattin' then I'm walking up, the pole inside his back
On my chiropractor sh*t, made every bone inside him crack
Boutta cop me three new whips, I'm making all them b*tches black
About to cop me some Dior and treat that sh*t like it's some trash

I be shooting at his feet and that boy look like Party Rockers
Got your b*tch inside my crib and I ain't even try to stop her
He said he mad 'cause he got jumped, he finna pull up with them coppers
I told him we can have a bash and I got plenty party poppers

Yeah I'm smoking on gelato, got me melting in the Stu
Yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through
(Yeah I'm smoking on gelato, got me melting in the Stu)
(Yeah he wanna buy a feature, told his hoe to bring him through)