Shoot (Remix)

Mob, mob, mob, mob, mob
Mob, mob, mob, mob, mob
Bitch. Mob
Got your hoe in the back, she already on go
Got your hoe in the bag, want the two for the four
We in the trenches, you gunna cry from the floor
Get your ass hit for a hundred or more
Hundred round clip, and it came with the scope
We rolling up if you niggas want smoke
Just for the low, but these bars ain't cheap
We taxed at the show, but we smoking for free
Smoke out the P, and i'm running the beat
He mad bout the bag so he calling it beef
Calling my phone cause he really wants peace
For calling it off take it out on the streets
Balling so hard i'm MVP
The mob is the team, we niggas supreme
We cutting them off, they coming with string
Think twice bout that bag before finnesing me
Put them to sleep, they'll be resting in peace
Ready for war i ain't talking jelly
Bitch I feel like im the king of my city
They riding my waves, without a jetski
Pay my respect and unless they come with it
Eventually can they can check me
Neglecting your bitch, you ain't know she a fan
Flagging me down tryna get in my pants
Gun on my hip, I ain't throwing no hands
Shoot at your ass, I ain't doin the dance
Doing the dash with your bitch in the passenger
Sucking this dick we dont do the romance
I smell like sour, like I come from Japan
Smoking OG that shit twenty a gram
Hell nah boy we ain't throwing no fronts
If you want the whole thing better come with them bands
Come from the jungle , I'm tryna stay humble
But niggas act like they know dont who I am
Bullet so hot i start sending them shots
I leave niggas on fire like NBA Jam
Jump into traffic to pick up the pack
Know im toting that heat so they calling me bam
Blowing you ass then i scramble up outta
The back of the field, they calling me cam
Came in the game and i stayed in my lane
They want me to sell, you know i buying it
Switch up the check, bitch you know i ain't tryin it
I put heat out like a mother fucking fireman
Jumped out the frying pan into the fire
Was already hot but a nigga get hotter
I'm drinking Henny, dont fuck with that water
Fuck it come up drinkin outta the bottle
Young nigga out but he come from the bottom
Tires as fuck, i been chasing those dollars
Wake up and im grinding twenty four hours
Go to sleep and do the same thing tomorrow
Niggas go jump and we come up with choppers
Know we ain't talk, we pull up we hoppin
Turn a nigga to a corspe
Then we go walk into court
Just to lie to your honor
Ya . Whoa
I will never never switch up om my bros
We ain't beefing niggas mad cause they broke
Get the tweeking niggas better get low
Johnny Deep all my niggas gunna blow
Mob shit