Mob & 2Mg

Grab me that scale and that bowl, so I can weigh it up
He need another half pound guess he ain't ate enough
They do that cap and gown, so hell naw you can't hang with us
I'm feeling good I moved that bag, young nigga flaming up
My bro be itching and he quick to up the blicky on you
You try to run he on yo ass, we label Ricky on you
Yo lil bitch hopped in just to see, and got to fishing you
I fly her out won't come again, she gone go missing on you

Get onnat car get we on yo ass, I hope you know that nigga
And you a bitch be posting blicks, but you won't blow that nigga
I think he gay always in jail, he love to go back nigga
He said I don't stand on my word, well Imma show that nigga

I'm booming brazy out these bo's, I'm really dolo
When I went on my first hit, I had my blick and I was solo
My heart racing like a bitch, but yeah I'm coming what he don't know
I ain't bouta say his name, cause then I'm giving him free promo

Been racing myself to the bag, you know I'm getting to it
How you rapping all this shit and know you didn't do it
You don't be talking bout the grams because you didn't move it
The life that I be living you can hear it in my music

Yeah, I pull up AR with the purple clip
I'm TTG you know too turnt, we come through murder shit
I know they sick I'm getting off they never heard of this
I'm in the car with Trench Baby and Swerv be swerving shit

MOB & two MG you know my niggas stepping
Men of Bullshit and some Generals we really reckless
He talking crazy out his neck, man who you think you checking
I have Von turn Hulk Caesar bitch who really flexing

Swerv be geekin, he like me when tweakin on computers
She eat me up say it taste good, she like a connoisseur
Don't work with U-Haul call up Fatz, you know he got the movers
She give me head and gotta dip, naw I could never do her
Call Monte Get Back cause he always get his Get Back
Moving fast be fucking bitches and forgot I even hit that
Come reminding like oh naw, I don't remember and don't miss that
And yo shit just let out three I need em all, I gotta switch that

This a stack uh rack we everywhere, go check in Italy
He blaming us we no where near, check yo vicinity
Now be for real you be on games, it ain't no kid in me
I'm too legit I swear to God you can't get rid of me
You hear my words it give you chills, I know you feeling me
Blood Brother in my eyes I know you hearing me
He think I'm pussy we gone see, it ain't no fear in me
Holy Runtz up in my bag it ain't no ten a G