M.$.K.

Yeah mob dollar crew we the big squad
Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob
Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop
Keep going hard every time until this shit pops

I been going off been spitting raw no bapping
Love talking all that ra ra there ain't no action
I was in the county all my homies held me down after
Things turned sideways and 12 tried to interrogate
I ain't tell em shit fuck the cops I don't associate
Want to come around and act bool well it's a little late
You ain't come around when there was ramen on my dinner plates
475 to 69 we hit the interstate
Flint town nigga 'till I die Southside what I claim
East side where them thugs hang I started gang banging
Do my dirt do some thug things some shit we don't say
If you trying to make some money tell me now
Ándale

Shut up
Ask your bitch how my dick tastes
I lay the dick authoritive she love it when I dictate
I'm so gone off the xannies I can't sit straight
Two bad hoes and we smoking in the 328
Gotta verify the pressed ones like DEA
Bitch we can run the whole game can be EA
Easy things something about the way we think
Spitting it fast like what he say
Oh my god can you please refrain

We cruise fucked up made a lotta lump sums
Get us in the party you a sucker we go dumb dumb
Thump thump hear us when we coming through the front subs
Live with the mob and ain't nobody going to run up

Yo my gang got endicted but that's not us on Wikipedia
We really active shooting all these clips like the media
Told shawty that her ass like dessert I want a piece of her
I'd rather have a beat for a treat i always eat it up
Uninteresting as hell nigga you like TiVo
Blood stuck him up with his hands Eastside dbo
Nigga ain't that hard bitch get some crack and whip it
If I get caught then I gotta sit the bench ain't no scrimmage
.40 caliber tucked inside my baggy ass briches
Beat the block to hard they gonna call me miles bridges

This a quick flip
Yeah you chokin like a Simpson
I can drive her crazy with this dick call it stick shift
This ain't fiction
I'm cold like no friction
T so icey you could call my ass Lipton
I'm ahead of my time like Egyptians
Trench is going loco they noticed I ball like pistons
I get cold as snow and light it up I'm Christmas
I cannot control I'm scaring Christians
Demon to the core don't try to fix this
Menace to society so bitch don't try to diss trench

Yeah mob dollar crew we the big
squad
Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob
Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop
Keep going hard every time until this shit pops



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