MOB Freestyle
(专辑: Free Crack 4 - 2017)
Yeah I'm M.O.B, look Say they let me in the
club, through the
back, with the
strap All these strippers on my dick because a
younging got them racks Hell yeah, I
move the
pack Hell yeah, I
keep a
gat Hell nah, I
won't snitch And I
prolly fucked your bitch And they know I
keep it cool But they know that I
switch And they know I'm M.O.B Put my money over chicks Niggas got them hands out, so I
told 'em "suck a
dick" I
can never get extorted, bitch I'm dying for this shit In the
field, put my life all in them lines for them shit Niggas claiming that they real, but be lying in this shit I
be getting to the
guap, got no time for a
bitch Is you fucking me or not? My favourite line for a
bitch My young nigga savage, my gun automatic If you want the
static, it's free, you can have it Please do not get me confused with this rapping This sum cleaning you know what's happening I
came home from trapping, all of my hittas they slow All of my hittas on gold, keep them a
rachet And I
ain't talkin about hoes Pull up and pop at the
shows Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now Used to tote them.38s, its 50 shots.45s now Used to shoot them hoops, we shooting pistols, niggas die now Snub nose, 5
shots it's drums in them 9's now Say they wonder how I'm bleeding, disrespect I
leave 'em Partner hating on me, I
say "Fuck 'em, I
don't need 'em" She wanna fuck on a
demon, she wanna swallow my semen She wanna chill with the
gang now, she might just let the
whole team in Leave the
bitch feening, she might just never see me again And I
just gave my lil' brother a
bar, he the
lord that he free again Free the
gorillas but keep all the
rats I
love all my killers, I
give em the
gas She acting boujee, get hit from the
back Now back to the
money, bitch get out the
trap M.O.B, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy M.O.B., yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I
say, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B., M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I
say, yeah I'm M.O.B., Ayy look Bitch I'm Fendi rocker, Chiraq pistol popper Bitch I'm with the
drama, 100 clip off in that chopper Watching for the
anacondas No revolver, we not ducking problems Bitch I'm with the
shit, see my opps then we gon' hit Never went out like a
bitch Yolo, hop out the
whip and I'm dolo No of these niggas want no smoke My hittas loco We get that pipe out of bolo We get hit with the
four four That's how we coming, catch me with all of my youngins Every car got like a
hunnid, lil' niggas gunning You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little niggas drumming Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look And they know I'm M.O.B Ayy, ayy I
said they know I'm M.O.B. ayy