Mob Chronicles

Bro cuttin up, floating the Benz, we on the freeway
And if I need a drill done, I’m calling CJ
This bitch think she off the hen, it’s really EJ
I’m finna erk and jerk this bitch, she do what we say
Lil dawg, he crossed that line, I ran down on em and caught a replay
Tell bro pass me that chop and dawg ran off, we in a relay
Half a slab of dope, cut it up twice on every weekday
I was up all night slapping a bag, but I ain’t sleep late
I just cut into this bitch and told her behave
She dropping tears, start telling all her stories, she wanna be saved
Just know you wanna live the life I live, you gotta be brave
This bitch a slut by the age fifteen, she been in three trains
Balenciaga suit, dolce gabbana, she want Gucci runners
I told her stuff yo kitty up, or you ain’t gettin nothin
My granny tied in with the pharmacy, she was a pill runner
I hit a nigga from way across the street, I got a real jumper
I put my target on this bitch , don’t got a wack jumper
You would pull yo gun out and shoot the air, you wouldn’t wack nothin
Niggas better be lucky you ducked yo head, I woulda wacked something
Moby called my phone said gang you lit, you got a plaque coming
Gave my bitch a Glock w a switch on it, she a catwoman
I told her how to shoot the strap so she don’t act stupid
And if they pin me on that case, I’m finna act stupid
013, unc caught a rico charge, he had a crack movement
Then he showed me a million in all cash, he wanna do somethin
Let’s go invest in real estate and get some real money
This nigga OD twice off shootin’ fent, the boy a real junkie
Let’s go take a field trip to the V where it get real ugly
Right now, I’m wrapping up that crack, come get a real mummy
Just kicked a nigga door, ran thru the back, but I ain’t steal nothin
The girlie kept telling me she fell in love, don’t wanna feel nothin
Bitch why you keep saying you in love, don’t wanna feel nothin
I’m sick, this bitch just stopped for the state troops, I got pills on me
??? Bitch pull off right now , I’m finna drill something
And when they lie behind yo back, the shit real funny
I’m on the road to real success, I got a M coming
This shit ironic, they stabbed me in my back, but I don’t feel nothin
A lotta shit I’m taking to the grave, but never spill nothin
That’s between me and God, forgive me please, I know you feel for me
Hard days going to school broken as shit, them wasn’t real jordans
Start flipping that bag, making it flip to get the real jordans
Remember we was playing cops and robbers, now its real wars
Hit the HD raw, fucked up my hand, I got a little wart
Hit a nigga drank with RK ? It’s not a real four
This nigga crying, he asking for his pay back , the nigga real poor
But I taxed a five feet deep deuce, I know he real sore
If you ain’t tryna live it up, then what you live for
Huh bitch you ain’t tryna let me bash? then what you here for?
Limited edition Louis sneaks, I paid pills for ‘em
If you love me bitch, go take a brand new Glock, go on a drill for me
Oh, you sing bitch? Go sign yo soul away and give me the deal money
A thousand oxycontins, fifty a pop, I’m getting pill money
It’s like diamonds in his teeth, they fallin out, the nigga grill fugly
You can pick a random bitch in Grand Rapids and she will fuck me
12 bitch kinda bad with a fat ass but I won’t fuck her
This city know she got that shit, give you a burnt rubber
This nigga just got stomped out at his trap house, now he a hurt hustler
Niggas ain’t made shit the whole pandemic, cuz you wasn’t a hustler
Took him out the game, but he still here, ?? under
Minnesota quarterback the brick of dog, I fly Kurt cousin
Got ?? on me, I’m riding with bald heads, bitch I’m Kirk cousin
Why would I pay a bitch to fuck but she ain’t worth nothin?