Mob Music

[Intro]
Leafy, Leafy, Leafy (Da Don got that bass)
Free the fuckin' Mob
Leafy, Leafy, Leafy
Can't fuck with me, broski
They can't fuck with us (Free the mob)
Rest in Peace to foreign, rest in peace to the gang
Leafy

[Verse]
We really don't really war with them, shorty and them bitches
But when we catch him, that's his ass, 'cause shorty in them pictures
I hog the rock, I take the shot, we don't do no assistance
They all got put in ditches and he steady droppin' disses
They got tall with them switches
Shorty need to drop a opp or somethin'
Tall like I'm Allen I
I'm tryna get over top of somethin'
How you broke buyin' shots? Go get you a crop or somethin'
We been puttin' belt to ass like we niggas pop or somethin'
All I seen was bro open that door then niggas on the floor
I used to had plans to going to college but I'm goin' to war
We on it now, but when the mob was home, we was on it more
We don't need no shot clock to tell us we up on the score
Lyin' 'bout them B's in the interviews, that nigga bold
I used to look up to your lil' brother but that nigga told
My members like the ox when they locked up, they in the hole
Bum bouncer, how the fuck you leave your man out in the cold?
Y'all let a bitch snatch the burner, you let niggas take your sneaks
Melatonin on the .40, we put shorty straight to sleep
We put niggas under six feet that's how we make it deep
Let's get real, the rest is seven, that shit ain't gon' take a week
I'm a real mob member, nigga, this shit too in me
I don't know if the Lord gon' forgive us, we got too many
This a Aston, you know the dashboard got two-twenty
You know we got old B's, you know we got new money
We don't do no rap cap, baby got that yop in his backpack
Post up on that block, they gettin' clapped at
Leafy, make a doc, go get the drop, know where they trap at
How they all get found without no Glock? Fuck they gats at?
Runnin' from the feds, they keep kickin' in my mom door
Gettin' money and my baby's all that I got time for
My lil' brother tryna score, I respect it, I just tell him grind more
He told, that nigga sold out like Concord
I ain't got no flaw, nigga, I just got that ball, that's all
Baby ain't learn how to cook, we got it raw, crack niggas skull
Then I fell in love with what I saw
The fuck is we gon' go to war with y'all? Y'all too small
And I know I could get touched, bro smoke two at one time, that's double dutch
Ain't nobody in this city could fuck with us
And I heard that he cryin', he keep on sayin' that he had enough of us
Don't trust no bitch, I don't know if it's love or lust
Shoot his face, we want John Doe
'Fore I ever be broke, I'ma grind slow
Real-life gangsta, nigga, my mom know
You bouncin' out? I'm tryna go
Know we roll the factors in a fronto
This Drac' with me like we in Toronto
This how I'm built
I watched too many of my niggas get killed
I still ain't visit his mom 'cause this guilt
Got me out here on tilt
He told me his mouth silk, but he spilled
They like, "Chill, homie, he might catch up the whip"
He a goofy, I buy real, uh
Yeah, these cards mine, the lord dealt
When that nigga played with us, somebody killed 'em
They skinny, then I built 'em
Catch my ho cheatin' and make a mill', uh
Freak burner jammed, they be shook, uh
Beef shit had put reef' in a bad situation
I told bro don't let me down, look at jail like a vacation
Told 'em hold his water, don't be selfish, have patience
Been beefin', me and some of the opps got relations
He send the heart emoji everytime I post my son
Can't sleep, peekin' out the window while I'm on the run
Every nigga in this fuckin' world wanna get it done
Six Flags, we gon' ride when we lookin' to have fun
And I know Ty Man proud of me
I know every opp block tired of me
Up on every car that get on side of me
This shit a joke, it gotta be
We ain't to be played with, obviously
I don't even give my mom apologies
That nigga on the phone tellin' too, fool, he sorry
You know all these burners got turkey butt like Ari
This AP, no Carti'
Next opp drop, let's have a party
My favorite one got killed, it scarred me