MOB

[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)

[Verse]
Chrome Heart jeans, them bitches stunt on my leg
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, nigga, fill his whole muhfuckin' head with lead
Flew the bitch in then I flew the bitch back, yeah, the bitch got to my head
Bitch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah-yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah-yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm whippin' the dope up
I put a four in my muhfuckin' soda

[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)

[Outro]
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