Mob Shit

All my listeners need to listen up because I'm rich as fuck
No petitioner, my peninsula
I'ma finish her perpendicular, what's a pencil for?
What the pistol for? Get the rental car, I'm not into her (huh)
Talking shit to her
Strapped with a suit like a minister
I'm sinister, I grab your sister, dismember her (wow)

Dropping down my car, screaming fuck the law
Smoking out the jar, hating on me ain't gon' get you very far
And my doors ajar, fucked your ma, woke up in a jar
If I fucked her raw, coulda been ya pa, shining like a star
You a fraud, made the crowd applaud, gotta thank the Lord
For my boy, brick squad, money over broads (Wop)

Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks
Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks

You nigga leaving with the ones, I can't indulge in that (what?)
The bitch tried to hug me, I won't hug her back (no)
I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks (35 racks)
Promoter say he never seen a club so packed (club so packed)
I got racks on racks, I got tatts on tatts (nah)
You'll think I took steroids when you check my stats (ha-ha)
A 20 million dollar bitch, then I met my match (muah)

I roll a stone in my homies where I laid my hat
But fuck a home, got a loft with 15 straps (15 straps)
15 people peeping, gotta sell this crack
Cold-hearted and a conscience, it's just on my lap
A weak link in the chain holding too much slack (Wop!)

Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks
Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks

Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks
Mob shit, mob shit, get a nigga wild quick
All my niggas hitting licks, all my bitches sell bricks (Wop)



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Writer(s): Gucci Mane
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