MOB Video (MV)

I keep some racks on the top and the bottom
Didn't come by myself I came in with a model
My whip is foreign Im swerving these potholes
Spend a brick on myself I don't care bout these thot hoes
Couple racks on my feet Put some racks on his taco
Nigga want beef I put cheese on his Nachos
(Mix repent with the Cease) My new bit got a halo
(I put that shit on) Ima drip in my play clothes

Ima work by myself cause I need the whole pay load
Big chip on my shoulder My pockets on queso
Came up with some demons We lurk in the shadows
Im tied with the mob Like im on sopranos
Jewels on my wrist and my fist like im Thanos
My neck-lace gliss I can see through the smoke
Rick Owen feet This a Kapital coat
Ima charge you a fee when I cook up these clothes
Chef Boyardee when I cook on that stove
Put the cross on my jeans when im rocking the chrome
My heart on my sleeve I been hurting too long
Pray for my brother hope he make it home
I been in my zone moving by my lone
Watch what you say when you talk on that phone
Go ask ya bitch a young nigga well known

Aye Aye
Lets Get it

Don't you hate when your niggas switch up
Go big on these niggas had to level up
Its no competition f*ck a runner up
Had to make a decisions Loner keep it tuck
I could never lose Ima go reset
You is not a factor never was a threat
Ima rock the Ksub's
Balenciaga Shoes
When I get up in it Ima knock it loose
I got like 30 pair of designer shoes
Im working round the clock I feel like Kent
Gold on my neck this shit look like a locket
The shit that I walk in probably cost your rent
These niggas pockets probably filled with lint
F*ck all that talking watch me get em spent
I could never worry Glock with a 30 gotta keep it on me shit don't make no sense