Mob and Reigen

[Verse: Shwabadi]
Fuck what you heard, man you talkin' to elites
Me and Breeton, Mob and Reigen fuckin' up the beats
Yeah, you're fuckin' with a beast
They ain't got no merch but we still put 'em on a

T T T-shirt, if I'm making moves I'll bring my
Tee-tee-team up, we be makin' collabs with no
Fee-fee-features, schoolin' them, you think that they forgot I was a
Teacher, I'm really qualified

ESPER, that means anything you try to do, I do it too
And I could probably body you without the need of too much
Effort, I am unobtainable, untamable, like who's
Gonna stop me breaking out the zoo if they try to keep me fettered

I could flip a pack like spatula
If I got a job I call in Mob no need for mafia
Yeah, I send the boy in, I'm the manager
'Cause if I went myself, it'd probably turn into a massacre
On God

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
Yeah, you should've done your research
Thought that you were winning but what happened was the reverse
I've been steady vibing, livin' life at my own leisure
You can hate on me, sir But don't make me go

Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a
Typo, for the record I could spin him like a
Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my
Eyes closed, yeah, so don't make me go

[Verse: Breeton Boi]
Huh, yeah, who do you think that you're schoolin'
Constantly raisin' the bar with my work I would call that a body improvement
Haters been looking down at me since birth they been doin' a lot of assuming
Hellbent on draggin' my name through the dirt makin' noise but they not makin' music

I've been too sick, I might lose grip
If I do slip, it's a mood shift
Live a quiet life, be a student
When I come through, they like "Who dis?"

They see my image and ruin it
I tell 'em go 'head and do it
'Cause that would be stupidly foolish
I'mma give you the beats like producing

Ok, let's get it straight, I could get the room to shake like 808s
But day to day, I keep my power hidden for a special case
Reigen said he holdin' down my racks just like a paperweight
I'm eatin' while the rest of y'all disposable, like paper plate

I ain't afraid, to take it to a hundred if I'm pissed off
My wristwatch, I bring my arms around and you can get clocked
No TikTok, but this one's just for you thinkin' I'm real soft
Messin' with a Goodfella, I'll take you to the real mob, like

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
Yeah, you should've done your research
Thought that you were winning but what happened was the reverse
I've been steady vibing, livin' life at my own leisure
You can hate on me, sir But don't make me go

Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a
Typo, for the record I could spin him like a
Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my
Eyes closed, yeah, but don't make me go

Psycho, don't push the wrong buttons like a
Typo, for the record I could spin him like a
Vinyl, at my limits handle business with my
Eyes closed, yeah, so don't make me go