Mob and Reigen

Lyrics

[Verse: Shwabadi] Fuck what you heard, man you talkin' to elites Me and Breeton, Mob and Reigen fuckin' up the beats Yeah, you're fuckin' with a beast They ain't got no merch but we still put 'em on a T T T-shirt, if I'm making moves I'll bring my Tee-tee-team up, we be makin' collabs with no Fee-fee-features, schoolin' them, you think that they forgot I was a Teacher, I'm really qualified ESPER, that means anything you try to do, I do it too And I could probably body you without the need of too much Effort, I am unobtainable, untamable, like who's Gonna stop me breaking out the zoo if they try to keep me fettered I could flip a pack like spatula If I got a job I call in Mob no need for mafia Yeah, I send the boy in, I'm the manager 'Cause if I went myself, it'd probably turn into a massacre On God [Chorus: Breeton Boi] Yeah, you should've done your research Thought that you were winning but what happened was the reverse I've been steady vibing, livin' life at my own leisure You can hate on me, sir But don't make me go Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a Typo, for the record I could spin him like a Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my Eyes closed, yeah, so don't make me go [Verse: Breeton Boi] Huh, yeah, who do you think that you're schoolin' Constantly raisin' the bar with my work I would call that a body improvement Haters been looking down at me since birth they been doin' a lot of assuming Hellbent on draggin' my name through the dirt makin' noise but they not makin' music I've been too sick, I might lose grip If I do slip, it's a mood shift Live a quiet life, be a student When I come through, they like "Who dis?" They see my image and ruin it I tell 'em go 'head and do it 'Cause that would be stupidly foolish I'mma give you the beats like producing Ok, let's get it straight, I could get the room to shake like 808s But day to day, I keep my power hidden for a special case Reigen said he holdin' down my racks just like a paperweight I'm eatin' while the rest of y'all disposable, like paper plate I ain't afraid, to take it to a hundred if I'm pissed off My wristwatch, I bring my arms around and you can get clocked No TikTok, but this one's just for you thinkin' I'm real soft Messin' with a Goodfella, I'll take you to the real mob, like [Chorus: Breeton Boi] Yeah, you should've done your research Thought that you were winning but what happened was the reverse I've been steady vibing, livin' life at my own leisure You can hate on me, sir But don't make me go Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a Typo, for the record I could spin him like a Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my Eyes closed, yeah, but don't make me go Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a Typo, for the record I could spin him like a Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my Eyes closed, yeah, so don't make me go