MOB Life

Lyrics

[Intro] When I see that— (Jxckk just want a drink), phew When I see that boy, he done for (He through) Took a couple L's, but I'm good, though (We good) I ain't stoppin' until everybody good too It's really about who you know, man, I can plug you She like, "Why you always talking shit?" Boo, it's a habit (My bad) Had to leave that bitch alone, she too dramatic Feel like Rickey Smiley, up tryna catch a package Do this shit so often, I ain't even gotta practice You know I be active I know you a hater, swear that shit so lame My bitch got a strap, shit, I feel like Fredo Bang Told the coach I got it, may just put me in the game My fit cost a lot, I'm mad as fuck I got a stain Ballin' like an MVP, shittin', I got diarrhea I ain't have to punch it, I got cheese on me just like a pizza Havеn't even reachеd my final form, shit, I feel like Frieza Streets cold as hell, I can't believe you left without your heater (How you do that?) I believe if I can do it, you can do it too Why doggy talkin' so crazy like he bulletproof? (Why?) You gon' wish I would've lied if you knew the truth Zaza only in my 'Wood, never smokin' boof Blowin' super dope, I think that I got exotic lungs Told her leave her nigga, he be mad when she be havin' fun Let me fuck and I'll let you meet BabyTron I don't give a fuck about her options if I'm number one (No cap) At the top, but just was at the bottom, Alabama I don't trust niggas, they be fake as fuck like Santa (Fake as fuck) I'ma ball until I'm dead, or 'til I'm in the slammer I'ma let 'em hate, 'cause in the end, that shit don't even matter Money over bitches, you could say I live the mob life ShittyBoyz what? Nah, that don't even sound right He ain't make it home, sick dawg picked the wrong fight You can see my diamonds in the dark like some strobe lights You can't fuck with me, I got a hundred on it I don't just walk Bs down, I be runnin' on it Where the competition at? I don't see no opponent Dawg got some backyard boogie, talkin' 'bout he growed it (Fuck on) I'm straight on that, I'm hot just like the Eiffel Towers I think Brodie workin' undercover just like Austin Powers Met her on the beach, I think baby said that she from [?] She like, "I like that your buffies white just like some baby powder" (Shit) Never changin' up, the only thing I'm changin' is my 'fit You can't even call yourself a rapper, you ain't got a kit You've been rappin' too fuckin' long to not have a hit Not a gangbanger, but got blues on me just like a Crip Finna put my money where my mouth is and get a grill Throwin' bullets, damn, I feel like Kirk Cousins on the field It get lonely at the top, I'm the king of the hill I'm a wizard with them pieces, damn, I feel like Bradley Bill [Outro] ShittyBoyz