On M.O.B ft. Northeast Redz Lyrics

Yeah long live the big three

Scooter Goose and Tibba triple salute my niggas

Five years later yeah

I don't wear designer she gon' eat me out these Playmakers

Bitch I'm good at math but one thing I don't do is count favors

I still owe the plug for that lil' tab I'll fuck later

They put me in my mode from they lil' comments

Man I love haters I told Bandz

We gotta drop some music they in my dm

I'm gettin' big

They don't know if it's the baby or I'm in the gym

But fuck it though I tell them mind they

Business like my nephew

Have u ever rode for some niggas and they left You

I did let me change the subject I'm a hothead

The plug said the lows might come with seeds but it's not mid

I won't tell on myself and mention all the shit that I did

But if you want some weed you can still pull up in Cop kid

This shit here ain't new cause I was sellin' shit up Northern

Bitch I hang with playmakers and all my niggas scoring

And I don't go off IG cause in real life people Boring

I spend my nights in studios or on the road

Touring

Yeah, don't wear designer everything I buy is

Trap City

You can't name a bitch I left who ain't try to get Back with me

Niggas ain't have no rap from me now they be Tryna rap with it

Niggas who used to laugh at me ain't laugh

When they got smacked silly

What's up with these niggas talkin' bout we need The old you

I'ma keep it G my nigga I don't even know you

I'm back pushin' P so it ain't shit for me to hoe

You

They don't fuck with me so

I know where they bout to go do

Talk behind my fuckin' back scared of how

I'm gon' react

Pussy niggas need a pap

Still can't wait to get em cracked

Every day I play the trap

Dog shit like my nigga Pap

I don't really like the rap

Fell in love with speakin' facts

G-Lock make em dance go viral fed

Take a pictures but Bandz don't model

Lil' bitch said she love the kid

All her life she had to swallow

All my life I had to rob me and Lil Redz

Like Batman and Robin

Rob the plug he think I'm shoppin

Rob Lil' cuz, he think he coppin

Lil' bitch said I'm not her nigga she don't know That's not a problem

I ain't simping I been pimpin' since Big Pimpin

Ask my momma, pockets fat like Angie Momma

Lay shit flat like Angelina

Told my niggas we might get rich, but bitch, we Still gon' have some problems

Bitch we still gon' have some bodies and we gon Drink for drink

Do somethin' cruddy then change my name

Ain't never had to claim no game

YNG and TNB I miss my team shit ain't the same

Step on the beat like Major Payne in VIP

I made it rain on M.O.B

Nigga yeah turn on M.O.B

Nigga yeah

I don't really wear designer all I buy is

Trap city

You can't name a bitch I left who ain't try to get

Back with me

You think you know me