M.O.B Bangg
Hey, bitch, why you on some other shit?
I ain't got time for this, hoe
Tell your dad who your daddy is
He ain't gon get mad and shit
We agreed with that and shit
You gon shake that ass
And i'll be counting all these racks and shit
Smokin' on some wraps and shit
I just popped two xans and shit
We don't do no talking bitch
Who you think you fucking with?
M.O.B gone take your shit
M.O.B come get me hoe
I still got the strap on tho
I still got some cash and dope
All my dawgs will be on go
I can't fuck with y'all no more
I can't trust no one no more
Let me take a dab hold on
(Uh huh)
Everybody ask me, why you talk like this?
Why you be like this?
Why you rap like this?
Why you so mean?
Why you talk like this?
Bitch, shut the fuck up suck my dick like this
Yeah everywhere that I go, I keep me three K's in the car
No, I ain't racist
I'm trying to live of the rap and have my bros and a bitch in a mansion
No, I ain't been broke in a minute
My pockets too stuffed, If I sagg that's the reason
She be like Yvng, can I suck your dick?
No bitch, I only take paypal and visa
Murder Bloody Mary
Hold my chain, my man, where's Perry?
We killed a opp today
Called up the squad like it's thanksgiving
What we going to do today?
Let's count these racks and make this millions
I act up when I party
Some molly
Pour me a double cup
I act up, I'm not sorry
I'm balling, I couldn't give a fuck
My power level's over nine thousand
I'll never sober up
And we distributing like Montana, couldn't be fun enough
I'm a bad influence so stay the fuck away from me
Got Jordan, Vans, Converse, I got nike on my feet
I got nike on my feet
Couple bitches on my dick
Put my feelings in my blunt
You know shawty be on fleek
You know shawty be on go
I'm gone hit and i'm gon quit
All these bitches come and go
Make me cum and you can go
I'm not asking you to stay
Bitch i'm telling you to go
She be doing what I say gotta do what you gone do
Dropped a perky on my lean
Codeine got me feeling slow
I be always looking clean
Flying high and flying low
M.O.B the money team
It's a motherfucking show
Feeling like i'm baby keem
Bitch you know i got the flow
M.O.B the money team
It's a motherfucking show, bitch
I ain't got time for this, hoe
Tell your dad who your daddy is
He ain't gon get mad and shit
We agreed with that and shit
You gon shake that ass
And i'll be counting all these racks and shit
Smokin' on some wraps and shit
I just popped two xans and shit
We don't do no talking bitch
Who you think you fucking with?
M.O.B gone take your shit
M.O.B come get me hoe
I still got the strap on tho
I still got some cash and dope
All my dawgs will be on go
I can't fuck with y'all no more
I can't trust no one no more
Let me take a dab hold on
(Uh huh)
Everybody ask me, why you talk like this?
Why you be like this?
Why you rap like this?
Why you so mean?
Why you talk like this?
Bitch, shut the fuck up suck my dick like this
Yeah everywhere that I go, I keep me three K's in the car
No, I ain't racist
I'm trying to live of the rap and have my bros and a bitch in a mansion
No, I ain't been broke in a minute
My pockets too stuffed, If I sagg that's the reason
She be like Yvng, can I suck your dick?
No bitch, I only take paypal and visa
Murder Bloody Mary
Hold my chain, my man, where's Perry?
We killed a opp today
Called up the squad like it's thanksgiving
What we going to do today?
Let's count these racks and make this millions
I act up when I party
Some molly
Pour me a double cup
I act up, I'm not sorry
I'm balling, I couldn't give a fuck
My power level's over nine thousand
I'll never sober up
And we distributing like Montana, couldn't be fun enough
I'm a bad influence so stay the fuck away from me
Got Jordan, Vans, Converse, I got nike on my feet
I got nike on my feet
Couple bitches on my dick
Put my feelings in my blunt
You know shawty be on fleek
You know shawty be on go
I'm gone hit and i'm gon quit
All these bitches come and go
Make me cum and you can go
I'm not asking you to stay
Bitch i'm telling you to go
She be doing what I say gotta do what you gone do
Dropped a perky on my lean
Codeine got me feeling slow
I be always looking clean
Flying high and flying low
M.O.B the money team
It's a motherfucking show
Feeling like i'm baby keem
Bitch you know i got the flow
M.O.B the money team
It's a motherfucking show, bitch
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Writer(s): Raul Ramírez
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