Mob Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Bossi] In this game it's chess, not chequers Yo' ass play with one of us and get put on a stretcher I'm with the demon time, yeah I'm with the cock and blow Disrespect the kid, turn your brains into Sloppy Joe I got a forty with a thirty, I'm tryna test it out Sliding through their hood so that I can see what all that mess about Free my niggas in the cage doing hard time I'ma keep this shit lit, you know I'm on my hard grind Pick a nigga off and watch the news Yeah I'm fucking with them Glocks but my favourite's 762's Rest in peace to the big homie G Field I'ma keep it a hunnid, this shit don't even seem real All our whips all black like the president We be in the studio getting high off medicine I be really in the field, on the front line I be in the hood where my niggas ducking one time [Verse 2: Joe Blow] I could never turn my back on who with me The first time I heard there's beef, you could hear the jack rolling with me I was seventeen, first time I stacked up a fifty Now I'm blowing bags back-to-back in the back of the Bentley From Long Beach to London, you know I got it locked Copped every Phillip Plein hoodie till they was outta stock Just knocked something real exotic, got exotic pop For this AP watch, I coulda got a yacht It's Blow Money, I blow money cause I got a lot To bring this mob shit back, they say I gotta drop I got a Glock clip filled to the tippy Only regret I got in rap is I ain't get one with Nipsey In my akh days, I used to pour a six in a simply This mob shit is in me, akhs will ride for a fifty I'm getting cake tucked off and out the way My name stamped up in this game, that's the realest out the Bay [Verse 3: Lil AJ] Riding with a fully, put your face on a front line Young blood hit me, hunnid bands on the FaceTime Catch you niggas slipping, bounce out, it's a shakedown Knock your head off your shoulders for the bread, we don't play round Sipping on Patricia in the trenches, get richer I'm a fixture in the game, you a nigga in the middle Told the plug if they cheap a nigga, I'll come and get 'em Feel the Reaper coming, walk a nigga down then we drill him Smoking on Gobstoppers, the fans tryna knock us Buss down watches, you bitches know it's khalas Run and play, triple cross, my young'un a whop Outta town, touch down with Britney and Bob Get the foreign to the gate, my hoes in the lob They ain't going on no dates, they flew in with pot Money counter keep jamming, I'ma hand count it We let you broke niggas hate while them bands popping