Mob Shit

[Intro]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) Can't get down with the mob (Ah, yeah)
I had to let that .40, "Glah," extendo pop, pew (Ayy), nigga
Mm, can't get down with the gang (Yeah), make that .40 bang (We Extendo Gang)
Fah, glaow, ayy, yeah, ayy, mm
It's—, yah (Fah, fah, fah), ayy, glaow, baow, yeah (Yeah), hmm-hmm, ayy (Gang shit)
Ayy, ayy, fuck nigga (Bitch), ayy, ayy, gang shit
Ayy, ayy, mob shit, mm

[Chorus]
Nigga, we ain't cool, you can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we had shootouts with the opps? Hmm (We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet, I had to let that .40 pop (I had to let that .40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches, too
And they said a young nigga couldn't get thеse racks, I'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that bag, you gon' go poof, yеah (Ayy, yeah, he gone)

[Verse]
Make a nigga body shake with this FN, ayy (Hoo, glaow)
I put thirty on my Glock like I'm Stephen, ayy (Ayy, come on, man)
Y'all must use the elevator 'cause y'all ain't steppin', ayy (Ayy, on God, nigga)
Young nigga hot, booth catch on fire every time I step in, ayy (Hoo, hoo)
Blue tips and blue strips (Huh?)
Can't do no dirt with niggas (Ayy), all y'all got loose lips
Hey, fuck lil' shawty good (Hoo), now she got loose hips
Hit your block, you better duck like it's a fucking goose here, nigga (Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, glaow, yeah)
Three-five in my 'Wood, I don't play for the Nets, huh
I was skippin' school (Ayy), you was teacher's pet, nigga
K5 in the cut, he tryna find some shit to stretch, ayy
Shawty ride the dick just like a bike, she know I'm next, yeah

[Chorus]
Nigga, we ain't cool, you can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we had shootouts with the opps? Hmm (We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet, I had to let that .40 pop (I had to let that .40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches, too
And they said a young nigga couldn't get these racks, I'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that bag, you gon' go poof, yeah (Ayy, yeah, he gone)