Mamba (feat. Ill Dill Tha Vill)

Yeah yeah yeah
Breakin' em off
Yeah, breakin' em off
Uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Uh

Breakin' em off
I took it and ran, no one gave me the ball
Listen to me when I say this to y'all
In a different league, I ain't playin' with y'all
I want the chip if my team is involved
Runnin' your lips, then we breakin' your jaw
Livin' like we don't believe in the law
Hoes followin' like they Peter and Paul
She got brand new double D's in her bra
Ain't got no scarring, not even a flaw
All that she want shopping sprees at the mall
I tell her to text, I don't need her to call
Girl, is we freakin' or naw?
She begging me can I please hit it raw
Baby, you know I don't know how to act
When I'm beatin' it up like I'm Steven Seagal
Karate chop the pussy, watch the body drop
She molly pop and lick it like a lollipop
Shout out to Tunechi
Been the man ever since I came out the coochie
You know
Same shit, different day
You ain't in my corner then you in the way
Take a shot at me and get hit when it ricochet
I'm the truth, this the proof like exhibit A
B, C, make it look easy
Can't nobody see me, no John Cena
Broad named Phoebe, look like Ri-Ri
Showin' me her chi-chis, oh mama mia
Live by the code that my OGs had told me
Came out the jungle, they know me as Mowgli
I'm tryna ball in LA with the homies
The rings on my hand dedicated to Kobe
The G.O.A.T.

I always knew rap had to be praised
Survival of the fittest, no one had to saved
Small Wins till the last of my days
Nowadays it's like my rap the only rat in the race
I need a couple properties and a lake
So I can look at my reflection in the water and say
"You really did it with nobody, not a soul out here"
Stayed true to myself, never sold out here
I'm from the boonies, nobody ever go out here
Every fan that I got is from the flow out here
Yeah
Ballin' on the track with Voss, the shot so wet
Should've suit Voss with a full check
Bet, I was in the lab with Rich Quick
Talkin' bout how to get rich quick, we lifted
He said "don't lose your soul chasin' a check"
The last time we met was the last time we met
He died believing in what the people could do
He inspired the people to keep it true, I never knew
What I would need, I was in the room with eleven Gs
Next day it was ten, rest in peace Jimmy D's
I got a sixth wonder with me, feelin' like I hit the lotto
I don't flex with a check, that shit hollow
I step in every mess with a bottle
A blunt to my lip, might get my right left on the bible
The motto

Live by the code that my OGs had told me
Came out the jungle, they know me as Mowgli
I'm tryna ball in LA with the homies
The rings on my hand dedicated to Kobe
The G.O.A.T.



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Writer(s): Mike Voss
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