Ma, M.O.B. shit
Rip J, nigga
F*ck all the opps, nigga
Dead and alive, I ain't gon' lie
Real shit, ayy, watch this
Got the low, time to go, spin this bitch around
Ayy, I don't think nobody check, let's go another round
Please don't come down with no fast-ass car, cause we gon' slow it down
Boy, you better ask about the mob, man, we run the town
See him, I'm gon' gun him down, K4M gon' hunt him down
Popped him once and sparked him round, jump out with some Bobby Brown
Jump out with them red tits, f*ck bro, dead bitch
I can't even argue with the opps, they be on fast shit
Man, I might jump out in the winter on some sledge shit
Watch him knock this Hattie with this brick on some Craig shit
Ayy, what's the word? I'm booted up, check on me, I'm suited up
While I'm down, we shootin' them up, hit these hammers for God in the dust
While we on the side, we shoot through the whip, rock up so fast
I'm good, f*ck all that, see this bitch, that's outside, my mic just crashed
Man, he know he catchin' a hit, so all that trouble, get in the hood
Now that he gone, niggas been quiet, niggas been shuttin' they mouths
Why is you runnin? Where is you goin? Boy, I might shoot through the house
I'm black booted up, man, I might just shoot through the couch
Might just shoot through the couch, ayy, that's for all that dick
I want the love, I want the pussy, and I ain't comin' from nothin
I'll shoot you in your shit, dawg, I'm not with that swan
I don't leave the bitch alone, I am not with cash
Man, I can't cuff no bitch, I don't trust shit
You think that Draco bustin, that's because I bust
Cause he boutta take this ride with me, and yeah, it's tough dick
I don't wanna argue with you, bitch, you suck dick
See him out, don't want no parts, you make him clutch dick
Jump out gang, hit that nigga brain, watch how I does this
Brush it back, watch me do it, watch me work my mask
Man, it is no beef with T.I, man, his ass a fag
Jump out with this loud bitch, man, it's not no racks
I might just pop your ass for real, dawg, I'm not scrappin
You think I'm live? Huh, bitch, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin'
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Ma, M.O.B. shit
Rip J, nigga
F*ck all the opps, nigga
Dead and alive, I ain't gon' lie
Real shit, ayy, watch this
Got the low, time to go, spin this bitch around
Ayy, I don't think nobody check, let's go another round
Please don't come down with no fast-ass car, cause we gon' slow it down
Boy, you better ask about the mob, man, we run the town
See him, I'm gon' gun him down, K4M gon' hunt him down
Popped him once and sparked him round, jump out with some Bobby Brown
Jump out with them red tits, f*ck bro, dead bitch
I can't even argue with the opps, they be on fast shit
Man, I might jump out in the winter on some sledge shit
Watch him knock this Hattie with this brick on some Craig shit
Ayy, what's the word? I'm booted up, check on me, I'm suited up
While I'm down, we shootin' them up, hit these hammers for God in the dust
While we on the side, we shoot through the whip, rock up so fast
I'm good, f*ck all that, see this bitch, that's outside, my mic just crashed
Man, he know he catchin' a hit, so all that trouble, get in the hood
Now that he gone, niggas been quiet, niggas been shuttin' they mouths
Why is you runnin? Where is you goin? Boy, I might shoot through the house
I'm black booted up, man, I might just shoot through the couch
Might just shoot through the couch, ayy, that's for all that dick
I want the love, I want the pussy, and I ain't comin' from nothin
I'll shoot you in your shit, dawg, I'm not with that swan
I don't leave the bitch alone, I am not with cash
Man, I can't cuff no bitch, I don't trust shit
You think that Draco bustin, that's because I bust
Cause he boutta take this ride with me, and yeah, it's tough dick
I don't wanna argue with you, bitch, you suck dick
See him out, don't want no parts, you make him clutch dick
Jump out gang, hit that nigga brain, watch how I does this
Brush it back, watch me do it, watch me work my mask
Man, it is no beef with T.I, man, his ass a fag
Jump out with this loud bitch, man, it's not no racks
I might just pop your ass for real, dawg, I'm not scrappin
You think I'm live? Huh, bitch, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin'
Rip J, nigga
F*ck all the opps, nigga
Dead and alive, I ain't gon' lie
Real shit, ayy, watch this
Got the low, time to go, spin this bitch around
Ayy, I don't think nobody check, let's go another round
Please don't come down with no fast-ass car, cause we gon' slow it down
Boy, you better ask about the mob, man, we run the town
See him, I'm gon' gun him down, K4M gon' hunt him down
Popped him once and sparked him round, jump out with some Bobby Brown
Jump out with them red tits, f*ck bro, dead bitch
I can't even argue with the opps, they be on fast shit
Man, I might jump out in the winter on some sledge shit
Watch him knock this Hattie with this brick on some Craig shit
Ayy, what's the word? I'm booted up, check on me, I'm suited up
While I'm down, we shootin' them up, hit these hammers for God in the dust
While we on the side, we shoot through the whip, rock up so fast
I'm good, f*ck all that, see this bitch, that's outside, my mic just crashed
Man, he know he catchin' a hit, so all that trouble, get in the hood
Now that he gone, niggas been quiet, niggas been shuttin' they mouths
Why is you runnin? Where is you goin? Boy, I might shoot through the house
I'm black booted up, man, I might just shoot through the couch
Might just shoot through the couch, ayy, that's for all that dick
I want the love, I want the pussy, and I ain't comin' from nothin
I'll shoot you in your shit, dawg, I'm not with that swan
I don't leave the bitch alone, I am not with cash
Man, I can't cuff no bitch, I don't trust shit
You think that Draco bustin, that's because I bust
Cause he boutta take this ride with me, and yeah, it's tough dick
I don't wanna argue with you, bitch, you suck dick
See him out, don't want no parts, you make him clutch dick
Jump out gang, hit that nigga brain, watch how I does this
Brush it back, watch me do it, watch me work my mask
Man, it is no beef with T.I, man, his ass a fag
Jump out with this loud bitch, man, it's not no racks
I might just pop your ass for real, dawg, I'm not scrappin
You think I'm live? Huh, bitch, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin
I call your brothers, f*ck them niggas, I might get the Sprint
And f*ck your dead niggas, you think I'm playin'
Writer: T M
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid