Aye
Yeah
MOBB
OC
On the beat

MOBB
MOBB
MOBB
MOBB
MOBB
MOBB
MOBB
MOBB

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Whole lotta bank rolls whole lotta Mobb shit
Zero have you emptied like ammo clips
Do you get it bitch we runnin this triathlon
Deep as shit surround you like octagon
Fat ass Range Rover when I ride round town
Nigga talk big shit ruger lay his ass down
Gut you like an opp all pigs going to slaughter
Fuck your daughter and her mother I'm the father
Son you niggas you'll go further so act cordial
Keep to myself like a Mormon
Smoking on foreign
All this liquor I need an organ
Watch us shine like an angry orphan
Bitch I'll show you an angry orchid
Knock a nigga out like I chloroformed him
We can go bar for bar I can pour in on thick
Diablo but worse spill you like John Wick
Ninja I'm too quick left handed like Vick
Grab a sock show you why they call me Mick
Watch the plot thick
Melt like a candle stick
With a short wick
Smacked like a baseball that babe hit
My verses be sick you niggas too fit barely can spit (Ha!)
Master Zero can teach you how to do this

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Whole lot of Mobb shit
Whole lot of crab fish and lobster
Vegetarian my option
I'm Toking on Ganja green tea and water
Cause I'm conscious nigga
We be mobbin nigga
So deep you might think we need unclogging nigga
Like a logarithm we got power
We sitting on top like the bong emissions Sipping fog and shit
Ripping bongs with the Gods and shit
Bitch gon' acknowledge we started it up and takeoff with it
Now we play golf and sip crystal water witcha daughter Bitch (Yeah)
Bitches all up on the dick
Groupies all up in our VIP I don't care (Oh yeah, await)
It's plenty of food on our plate
Now the hoes that swerved me in 10th grade wanna know my fucking name
Fuck out my face (A'whoa)
You thought my body was froze
I get the drip from my walk (Just kidding)
I get that drip from my jeweler
That's myself I thought you knew bruh
Gang on a school bus (DAMN!)
Everybody getting rammed on the way to the spot
All the angels please make way
We aiming straight for the top
FG and MOBB (BITCH!)

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Whole lotta Mobb shit
You don't want no problem
Please don't try to start shit
You gone lose your body
MPR be the Triple Beam
DMR yeah that be the team
Stay smoked out with that fuckin green
Zoning off a perc or the fuckin lean
No hard drugs when I'm on the scene
Gotta stay alert case we gotta clean
Get the Street Sweeper happy Halloween
It's gone be a bloody scene
Mobbin and strapped up
Please don't make my niggas act upp
Nigga you should back up
You know we that tough
We throwin bows
And we breakin jaws
We so turnt up
And you so turnt off
We goin hard
Y'all niggas soft
You playin boss
Don't know the cost
King of the Nation
That be the Mobb
Shoutout to my Squad
You niggas basic
You hate cuz you lost
And we done took off

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Writer(s): Devonte Gibson, Ivory Scott III, Jahleel Athey