Lil Bibby – MOB

Yeah I’m MOB, look

[Verse 1]
Say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap
All these strippers on my dick ’cause a youngin’ got them racks
Hell yeah, I move the crack
Hell yeah, I keep a gat
Hell nah, I don’t snitch
And I prolly fucked your bitch
And they know I keep it cool
But they know that I switch
And they know I’m MOB
Put my money over chicks
Niggas got them hands out, so I told ’em "suck a dick"
I can never get distorted, bitch I’m dying for this shit
In the VIP, put my life all in them lines for them shit
Niggas claimin’ that they real, but be lying in this shit
Got no time for a bitch, ’cause you fuckin’ me a numb
My favourite line for a bitch
My young nigga savage, my gun automatic
If you want the static, it’s free, you can have it
Pistol, not get me confused with this rappin’
This sum cleaning you know whats happening
I came home from trappin’, all of my hittas they slow
All of my hittas on gold, keep them on [??]
And I ain’t talkin about hoes [??]
Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now
Used to talk them .38s, its 50 shots .45s now
Used to shoot them [??] pistols, niggas die now
Snub nose, 5 shots [??] and no knives out
[Verse 2]
They wonder how I’m bleeding, disrespect I leave em
Partner hating on me, I say Fuck It I’ont need them
She wanna fuck on a demon, she wanna swallow my semen
She wanna chill with the gang now, she might just let the whole team in
Leave the bitch feenin, she might just never see me again
And I just gave my lil brother a [??], he the lord that he free again
Free the gorillas but keep all the rats
I love all my killers , I give em the gas
She acting boujee, [??] from the bay
Now back to the money, bitch get out the club

M.O.B, yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., bitch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
M.O.B. , yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look , I say , yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., bitch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B., M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look, I say , yeah I’m M.O.B.,
Eyy look

[Verse 3]
Bitch I’m [??] rocker, Chiraq pistol popper
Bitch I’m with the drama, 100 clip off [??] watching for the anacondas
No revolver, we not ducking problems
Bitch I’m with shit, see my [??] we gon’ hit
Never went out like a bitch
Yolo, hop out the whip and I’m dolo
No of these niggas want no smoke
My hittas loco
We get that pipe out of bolo
We get hit with the four four
That’s how we coming, Catch me with all of my youngins
Every car got like a hunnid, Lil’ niggas gunnin
You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little niggas drummin

Eyy, eyy, eyy, eyy, look
And they know I’m M.O.B
Eyy, eyy I said they know I’m M.O.B. eyy

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