Mob City lyrics

[Intro]
(No way Jose)

[Verse 1: Tunde]
Remember times on my ass feelin' skint
Remember nana saying "Grandad is a pimp"
Remember times washin' Q's up in a sink
Now my pounds a down of yellow and my bricks a top of pink
All the packaging just mixed up in the bin
Got it lookin' like Lil Pumps wig
f*ck up a 9 then I bill a cookie spliff
Me and TY in the SRT, movin' like The Stig
Nowadays bro it is what it is
So I never leave the gaff without a stick
Jumped in the music game just for Migz
Now we want studios, labels and big cribs
Tryna move from the jets to the sticks
I'm in the field with my blocka's and my crips
I ain't a banger but I bang for my chibs
My OG broke my heart timе ago, way before a b*tch

[Verse 2: Joe Blow]
Glock .23 on me, that's my bеstfriend
GLE 63 for my next Benz
sh*t they'll probably give me life for my next bid
The whole blocka still screaming rest in peace Migz
From the bay to Whalley Range, it is not a game
They call me blow, I'm on the road with a lot of cane
I'm from the town, you ain't got a body, you ain't got a name
And all this Kimber came from home, I got it on the plane
It's blow money or its no money
You n*ggas know who killed your bro and you ain't rolled on him
And yeah I knocked your little b*tch and now she hoe for me
I f*ck with Tunde cause' he always keep a pole on him
Free T and f*ck the sucker that had told on him
Buss down Roley, you can barely see the gold on it
Sit on so much old cheese, it got mould on it
Always keep it a thousand because I blow hunnid's, n*gga
[Verse 3: Lil AJ]
Real n*gga since day one
Blow money, lash money
Yeah free that n*gga A1
12 hour flight, touched down in Manchester
I ain't gotta do the job, I'ma' have my man stretch ya
f*ck that n*gga and his dead homie
Hit that n*gga in his head and now that n*gga buried, momma lonely
Glock .27, keep it in the man bag
n*gga ran up, I swear to god we did man bad
.40 cal got a light kick
And this SKS that I'm totin' b*tch got a light switch
When we lay a n*gga down, we do it face first
If a n*gga duckin' [?] we show him how the K work
If he ain't on the block, we gon' double back
Hit a couple corners, I'ma' show you where the pussies at
Bay and South we don't really do the drive-bys
And I'm quick to knock a n*gga b*tch, I'ma' fly guy