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[Intro] Mob Mob Mob Mob Mob Uh Uh Uh Uh Mob Mob [Hook] I just flew to Cali sit down wit’ the plug uh I’m a run it up I’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t fuck it up I heard niggas got the drop where I’m layin’ at so I gotta get the fuck They gon’ paint the image like I’m dumb I’m the top of my city I’m number one Any job that they give me I get it done I ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh I can’t keep fuckin’ it up ‘cause one day I might have a son uh uh I still post by the Curb ‘cause I got that shit they be wantin’ Crazy how a nigga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause I wasn’t tryin’ front him I ain’t playin’ no games I’m gettin’ you left [Verse] I’m the coach of the game bitch I ain’t no ref I could give you the ins and the outs, I could teach you the less’ If you listen to me nigga you gon’ progress I’m the gangstest nigga the bitch ever met I’m steady on money but still got stress Why would I be mad if you fuckin’ my ex I ain’t no blood but the switch on the Glock go blat blat (mob) We ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout what we on I gotta her wit’ a bust down patek on Only give her the dick ‘cause I like how she moanin’ Dick in the bitch & breakin’ her bones Gotta whole deuce of wock’ in the bottom of the styrofoam You niggas talkin’ too much on them jails phone You ain’t callin’ bout money then leave me alone Bet you thought was over but nigga it’s not Get the drop on my man then I’m gettin’ him got He got one to his top now it’s blood [?] I paid for the hit ain’t no strings attached Bitches burning niggas dick like 4th of July I ain’t never get burned I’m a hell of a guy I done slung so much dick got em wondering why uh uh If they mad that I’m real, what they me to lie It’s involving the feds then I gotta lie What my last bitch did put a tear in my eye eye eye If you fuck wit’ my opps then I hope that you die I’m mad as a bitch why the fuck did I try Shit on they ass they not on my time (shit on they ass) And I’m so deep in that water Finding out my own man informing And after I finish I bet you we all be up From da Yo’ to the Blow I’m a get all my mans up We lost a package then we got it back like State Farm How you sayin’ you humble and can’t even stay calm Shoot that tactical Glock think I’m playin’ wit’ a ray gun I can feel whenever that hate come I don’t pay no fuckin’ mind where it come from Where I’m from we totin’ dracs wit’ big drums [Hook] I just flew to Cali sit down wit’ the plug uh I’m a run it up I’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t fuck it up I heard niggas got the drop where I’m layin’ at so I gotta get the fuck They gon’ paint the image like I’m dumb I’m the top of my city I’m number one Any job that they give me I get it done I ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh I can’t keep fuckin’ it up ‘cause one day I might have a son uh uh I still post by the Curb ‘cause I got that shit they be wantin’ Crazy how a nigga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause I wasn’t tryin’ front him I ain’t playin’ no games I’m gettin’ you left (I’m gettin’ you left mob)
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