We Mobb

[Intro: French Montana] Uh-huh, yo Flocka, what up, nigga? Montana [Verse 1: French Montana] These old niggas dead, bring the forks out Montana Josh Smith with the Hawks out Swiss cheese on him I'll Japan flag your head, red beams on em White sheets on him, it's hell on earth God gon' help you? Nigga, help yourself first Fuck Forbes, only thing working for us Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source I've been gone for a second, streets miss a nigga Broke with a swag or corny rich nigga Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1 New whip, white bitch credit A1 This be the Lock Out take one [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I just met a new connect Ain’t no stopping me, I’m the prodigy And if you try to stop me, disrespect me Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep, UH [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I met this girl in New York, say she from Lefrak Pussy nigga calling say he want his shit back (hahaha) My reply back you know how it goes Shawty kick a door, I've got robbed before (FLOCKA) Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack (baaa) Never been the one to talk I white sheet that Turn my back pulled down my B hat, blaat (soo woo!) This can't be life I used to be a backseat driver, now I'm riding in the Maybach (FLEX!) Couple of old friends trying to discredit me I put on for this G-Shit honor me (Grove Street!) [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & (Prodigy)] I just met a new connect (who you?) Ain’t no stopping me, I’m the prodigy And if you try to stop me, disrespect me Then my young boys (what?), they gonna cause havoc We mob when we deep (uh), we mob when we deep (yeah) We mob when we deep (that's right), we mob when we deep We mob when we deep (uh), we mob when we deep (huh) We mob when we deep (huh), we mob when we deep (yeah) [Verse 3: Prodigy] Heart of a lion, body of a boxer Mind of a criminal who just got out the box Quality sixteen, dopamine flow Bottle pop rap pills and moscato, uh So many songs, I got thousands kid Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs Feet up, VIP, lounging, bitch Way I deal, not real he’s counterfeit Get you a infamous empire state boy The real thing are we, no joke, I’m no toy I'm the most inglorious, notorious bastard Don P, flocka and Montan' shit, bow! [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I just met a new connect Ain’t no stopping me, I’m the prodigy And if you try to stop me, disrespect me Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep, UH