Mob Shit

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All my listeners need to listen up Because I'm rich as fuck No petitioner my peninsula Imma finish her perpendicular Whats a pencil for? What the pistol for Get the rental car I'm not into her Talking shit to her Strapped with a suit like a minister I'm sinister, grab your sister dismember her Dropping damage on screamin fuck the law Smoking out the jar Hating on me ain't gone get you very far And my doors ajar, fucked your mom Woke up in a jar If I fucked her raw, coulda been ya pa' Shining like a star You a fraud Made the crowd applaud Gotta thank the lord For my boy, brick squad Money over broads [Hook] Mob shit mob shit Get a nigga wild quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks Mob shit Mob shit Get a nigga robbed quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks You nigga leaving with the ones I can't indulge in that The bitch try to hug me I won't hug her back I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks Promoter say he never seen a club so packed I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts Think I took steroids when you check my stats A 20million dollar bitch when I met my match Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat Fuck a home got a ??? with 15 straps 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap A weak link in the chain holding too much slack (Wop!) [Hook]