Mob Lyrics

Now you have

I just lost my vape

And I bought two of those

Beep

Chop something

Chop something

Chop something

(Play me some Pimpin man)

Yeah

Yeah

Told a nigga pack his business

Yeah

Yeah

Y'all like a pack of bitches

Yeah

Whoo

Tell em put five on it

(Five

On it)

Head get slide on

Shout out B-Ross

All of my niggas, you know that They heathens

Yeah

Some of my niggas, I swear to God, niggas be fighting some Demons

Shit be stressed out, nigga get Stretched out

Hundred on the head gets beaded

Yeah

Nigga wanna talk about the babies

I swear to God that they acting like Fetuses

Yeah

Yeah

Big titty got to feed him

(Wah Wah)

Run with a bad bitch, and I know I Got to serve ha I need em

Yeah

Pockets on heaters

Yeah

Yeah

Pockets on heaters

Yeah

Yeah

Ten on that bad bitch, if she Wanted to stretch out a leader

Yeah

Yeah

Play with the league

Pay with the gang

Yeah

Young nigga NTG came with the Cream

I got a hundred, they wanted to Talk about me, but you niggas ain't Getting this clean

Iced out Clan iced out clap

She want to fuck with a nigga off Bat

Yeah

I got to get it

They wanted to talk about money, But niggas ain't bringing it back

Goddamn hunnids on hunnids on Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids On hunnids on hunnids

I'm saucy and litty, I'm so damn Litty

Yeah

I'm goddamn king of the city

Just one of these niggas, it's one of These niggas

He's not, not, not one of them

Kill all these niggas if you talking On him

Yeah

The nigga wanna get waxed out, Everybody wanna get it, but these Niggas ain't kin

Yeah

Tre Four bitch

My name is not XO

Hey, call up thirty this shit lit

On god

Fuck is that

For real

And I'm with herk

Fuck is you talking about

You can't cut it off

Niggas