Da Mob

(Is that a Danny G beat? Yeah, turn it up)

Cruising on the East with the gang and a bad bitch
And she getting money, she ain't nothing like my last bitch
I'ma blame Megan, got her thinking she a savage
Way before Corona, ShittyBoyz was living lavish
Bitch, I'm with the gang, we do the stepping, ain't no horsing us
She can act bougie but I bet you that my niggas fucked
Lackin' isn't on my nigga Stan, keep the weapon tucked
Competition? Nah, know them niggas cannot fuck with us
You don't shoot shit, you the 12th man
Bad bitch, hit her with the Gucci, I'm the Belt Man
Catch a package early, I was dapping up the mailman
Baby wanna fuck, why you got a man then?

Feel like [?] told his ass don't worry about it
Hunnid rounder on the AR, fuck up thirty houses
August been a motherfucker, I done blew like thirty thousand
Granny asking what that beep is, I think she heard me counting
I might beat yo ass, shoot yo ass, or I might do both
I can call Hutch in one click, you can't, kudos
Always say I'm done scamming then I do like two more
Feel like young Manu, just hit Chase for a 2-0
Me and Mike Amiri beefing, his jeans too skinny
When I say it's one Tron in me, it ain't two Jimmys
Let me see two rats, the AR, it got two Mickeys
Too dizzy, boy, these turn arounds, they got my crew litty

Out of town, catching EDDs, I know my boo miss me
I can really make the whip transform, now my roof missing
Rhinestones on the Christian Loubs, boy, my shoes glisten
And I'm only riding with the gang, they kept it two fifties
That's a hunnid hunnid worth of plastic in this lil' fanny
I could punch, slide, and I still might scam a lil' granny
I just want a M, bitch, I ain't tryna win a Grammy
Big tripping, upping rolls? Nah, this a different Stanley
Nike flop, toes hanging out, still could up a dub
I could be up a hunnid M's, still bust a jugg
Shout-out to my site, bitch, I swipe, yelling fuck a plug
I'll do a hunnid thousand scams before I touch a drug

Unc' mad as hell like, "Where my blender at?"
Pull my pants down, she was asking where was dinner at
God bless the scams, yeah, yeah, where my sinners at?
I'm in Pittsburgh, getting money where the Steelers at

D-A M-O-B, I got ten on me
MLB, swinging sticks, I pray that they don't tell on me
Lil' bitch pussy magic, think she put a spell on me
Y'all always passing 'round that green pint, y'all the Celtics team

I just punched chop, quesadilla, and Bahama Mama
ScrumbleMan tripping, he might fuck around and rob yo mama
Head wrap made by McQueen but I'm not Osama
Got the juice, they think that we fam but it is not ohana

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)



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Writer(s): Daniel Sebastien Gaglio, Lando Bando
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