MOB ft. YVNG NELLY Lyrics

She like the way that I move Yeah, but she grabbin' my tool

Ridin', and ridin' that two seat I'm in the cut with that Uzi

Run up the city so loosely Bad bitch to thick so juicy

Pull up in the club with the Stussy Yeah, Stussy

Yeah my pockets to deep, got big racks

Pile it up like Jenga, big stacks

Yeah, they know I'm the greatest, big facts

Runnin' straight to the money, I'm on track

Yeah, totin on nuts, that's big whack

Pull up in that new whip, all black

Yeah, we in the mall, me and the mob

Cause bitch, we on that comeback

We in the mall, with the mob, on that comeback

(You gon', you gon' die You gon', you gon' die)

Let's get, let's get, let's get fried

Two tone AP, it glistens in the night

He talk to much shit, said he wanna fight

Then let's do it, I promise you'll be tight

Promise you'll be tight, promise you'll be tight

Promise you gon' die, promise you gon' die

I took it out the grave for this shit, I'm made for this shit

I'll cop a bag and pay for this bitch, I'll front her fifth

(Do, do)

In the coupe, she suckin' my dick, give me a kiss

Tellin' me I'm gonna be big, I'll give her lift

(Muah)

Say you gon' do it, say you gon' roll up on me

(Do, do)

Promise you ain't gon' do shit, lil' homie

(Nah)

Hangin' with the mob, It's, me and YVNG NELLY

(Yup)

Evil twins, bullet hole in your belly

(Do, do , do)

Huh, what? Thought a pussy hoe said sumn'

(What?)

Huh, what? In the coupe sippin' red rum

(Sip, sip)

Roll up on me, you gon' find out where I'm from

22 to your dome, then your boyfriend run

(Doom)

22 to your dome, then your boyfriend run

Everybody wanna die, everybody wanna die

Look at the world, everybody committing suicide

I can't lie, it's getting kinda hard to see the light

Everybody in the world, trying to fight for their life

Some gon' have to change, some gon' have to change

I'm tired of living this life, everyone cutting their veins

Little kids totin' guns, little kids they lay

This shit gon' have to change, rain go away