Mob Music lyrics

[Intro]
Leafy, Leafy, Leafy (Da Don got that bass)
Free the f*ckin' Mob
Leafy, Leafy, Leafy
Can't f*ck with me, broski
They can't f*ck with us (Free the mob)
Rest in Peace to foreign, rest in peace to the gang
Leafy

[Verse]
We really don't really war with them, shorty and them b*tches
But when we catch him, that's his ass, 'cause shorty in them pictures
I hog the rock, I take the shot, we don't do no assistance
They all got put in ditches and he steady droppin' disses
They got tore up with them switches
Shorty need to drop a opp or somethin'
Tall like I'm Allen I
I'm tryna get over top of somethin'
How you broke buyin' shots? Go get you a crop or somethin'
We been puttin' belt to ass like we n*ggas pop or somethin'
All I seen was bro open that door then n*ggas on the floor
I used to had plans to going to college but I'm goin' to war
We on it now, but when the mob was home, we was on it more
We don't need no shot clock to tell us we up on the score
Lyin' 'bout them B's in the interviews, that n*gga bold
I used to look up to your lil' brother but that n*gga told
My members like the ox when they locked up, they in the hole
Bum bouncer, how the f*ck you leave your man out in the cold?
Y'all let a b*tch snatch the burner, you let n*ggas take your sneaks
Melatonin on the 40, we put shorty straight to sleep
We put n*ggas under six feet, that's how we make it deep
Let's get rid of the rest of seven, that sh*t ain't gon' take a week
I'm a real mob member, n*gga, this sh*t too in me
I don't think Allah gon' forgive us, we got too many
This an Aston, you know the dashboard got two-twenty
You know we got old B's, you know we got new money
We don't do no rap cap, baby got that yop in his backpack
Post up on that block, they gettin' clapped at
Leafy, make a doc, go get the drop, know where they trap at
How they all get found without no Glock? f*ck they gats at?
Runnin' from the feds, they keep kickin' in my mom door
Gettin' money and my baby's all that I got time for
My lil' brother tryna score, I respect it, I just tell him grind more
He told, that n*gga sold out like Concord
I ain't got no flaw, n*gga, I just got that ball, that's all
Baby ain't learn how to cook, we got it raw, crack n*ggas skull
Then I fell in love with what I saw
The f*ck is we gon' go to war with y'all? Y'all too small
And I know I could get touched, bro smoke two at one time, that's double dutch
Ain't nobody in this city could f*ck with us
And I heard Larry Krasner keep on sayin' that he had enough of us
Don't trust no b*tch, I don't know if it's love or lust
Shoot his face, we want John Doe
'Fore I ever be broke, I'ma grind slow
Real-life gangsta, n*gga, my mom know
You bouncin' out? I'm tryna go
Know we roll the factors in a fronto
This Drac' with me like we in Toronto
This how I'm built
I watched too many of my n*ggas get killed
I still ain't visit his mom 'cause this guilt
Got me out here on tilt
He told me his mouth sealed, but he spilled
They let Seal home, he might catch up to Wilt
He a goofy, hop out, reeled him
Yeah, these cards mine, the Lord dealt them
When that n*gga played with us, somebody killed 'em
They skinny, then I built 'em
Catch my ho cheatin' and make her milk 'em
Freak burner jammed, baby shield him
Beef sh*t had put reef' in a bad situation
I told bro don't let me down, look at jail like a vacation
Told 'em hold his water, don't be selfish, have patience
Been beefin', me and some of the opps got relations
He send the heart emoji everytime I post my son
Can't sleep, peekin' out the window while I'm on the run
Every n*gga in this f*ckin' whip wanna get it done
Six Flags, we gon' ride when we lookin' to have fun
And I know Tymir proud of me
I know every opp block tired of me
Up on every car that get on side of me
This sh*t a joke, it gotta be
We ain't to be played with, obviously
I don't even give my mom apologies
That n*gga on the phone tellin' 24 he sorry
You know all these burners got turkey butt like Ari
This AP, no Carti'
Next opp drop, let's have a party
My favorite one got killed, it scarred me