[Intro]
Mob! Haha, nah for real
Uh
Uh
Don't tote? Haha
Mob! Yeah, hey Jourdan, turn me up
Haha, bitch

[Verse]
Uh, daring a n***a to think I'm a joke, come to my house, it's a gun show
Not geeking but n***a I got a new Glock and I just wanna know how my gun blow
You saw death, what the fuck did you run for?
Them n***as dead 'cause they the ones talk the most
Fucked up the lick, shot him quick for a pack of dope
He kept on purping so I got him burnt to toast
I got him killed, I ain't want him with no soul
How they beefing with me sharing each other clothes?
We ain't gon' talk 'bout the past, that's old
Can't say [?] 'cause I know they gon' fold
Oh, he in the way? Get him put in the oven then
Kick in his door, dropping shots while we running it
Don't give it up, wе gon' put your ass to a end
When I hopped out all thеy saw was a black [?]
Get out with this nickel, I bet he be bent
We fucked up the hop-in so we had to hop the fence
Come to your door, I'ma hit you if you don't let me in
Hop you know these bitches be slick-ass tricks
All for the money they be on the opps' dick
N***a turned hot so the picture got cropped in
Loyalty real, me and my n***as locked in
They like "Wop still jamming and sipping that medicine"
You not a threat, you got caught and was telling shit
You know the plug? I'm the outlet selling it
Only way that them n***as gon' eat if I'm letting it
Bitch, I'm big GG, I let shots out the cartidge
Put my heart in the street and bought Glocks for my partners
I'm younging and I'm turnt in a Hellcat Charger
You don't know that these bitches'll go off a bottle?
Right after I pray get the Glock and go spark
I heard that your OG in jail on cop
Which one of you n***as want bump with the Wop?
Come rerock his block with a fully AR
Mob, bitch
Everybody know I'm a reaper, mad man
I fly out Cali and turn to the bag man
I'm in the hood playing with bombs like Pakistan
Uh, uh, reach for that cutter and come and attack a man
Never be knicked, I be geeking to jack a man
Air it out, blow you away with a ceiling fan
You know not to play but you did, you a silly man
Must think Savage ain't ready to kill a man
Drop off monkey nuts, fishing the caravan
I couldn't shoot him, I beat his ass with the blam
I never knew 'cause I grew up in thirty-seven
Wop dropped out 'cause he never could learn math
Remember they labeled me dumb, tryna do my bad
I still'll come back and help while I got a bag
N***as gon' hate so all I know is roadrun
I didn't fuck 'cause I found out the bitch was young
Screaming out "Mob!" Ain't no way I won't throw it up
After I spin with the AP I fold it up
That n***a mad 'cause he found out his bitch want me
Like how the bitch old tryna fuck with a rich younging?
He think I'm a lick, ain't no way he gon' get nothing
Foenem tryna take some, he gotta hold one
Blanked out, I done flashed out and I blew him up
No surprise, I got this way from me glowing up
Don't think that a rap n***a like me won't light him up
Shit'll spin when your homie got plucked 'cause you hyped him up
[Outro]
Mob! Bitch!
Better stand on that shit you n***as be talking about, for real
I ain't fucking around with none of you n***as
I'ma bring that shit to a end, if you said you want a problem with me n***a, stand on it, 'cause I'm on that, for real