M.O.B

Am whippin a foreign
This ain't a stoley
Lil bro ain't playin,
He my roadie
Cookin up a nine piece
Got racks I ain't showin
Kye and corrz got trees, dat I be blowin
For the gang she gon' ride
She reppin m.o.b
Free my dawgs out the bin
With felonies,
Lil nigga it's alway been money over a bitch
Kye reppin m.o.b Corzz reppin m.o.b
In my early twenties stackin all these bands
Niggas that didn't fuck with me then start to fuck with me
But I guess I know now
It really be the bands
Chase the bag and not these bitches
Love will get you killed
Being real get you hated
All these drugs got me faded
In my veins you will find THC
Lil bro try to microwave it
Lil bro activate it, one puff and you faded
My style out the book
You can not confiscate it
Got all these ice on me
It get complicated
Lil bro got kush in the microwave
Where the party at?
I think I need me a rave
Am whippin a foreign
This ain't a stoley
Lil bro ain't playin
He my roadie
Cookin up a nine piece
Got racks I ain't showin
Kye and corrz got trees, dat I be blowin
For the gang she gon' ride
She reppin m.o.b
Free my dawgs out the bin
With felonies,
Lil nigga it's alway been money over a bitch
Kye reppin m.o.b Corzz reppin m.o.b



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