M.O.F.B.

[Verse 1: Yowda] I'm on Highway 165 in my bucket I just picked up two sixty-five out of Kentucky Yowda right, with this trap shit I'm legendary Free my niggas, five percent the profit goes to commissary I used to use the stove just to heat the house Got some dope, now that same stove I use to feed the house She ain't a loyal broad if she ain't down to take the case Fuck eatin' with me man, I need a bitch to bring the plate I'm trapping hard state to state with a few niggas You recognize they face 'cause I don't do no new niggas No bodyguards here, it's just body armor And your niggas hard, that's cool, I know some niggas harder The way the work jumps you think I whipped with holy water Try to jack me, I send you to your holy father The plug house and the pen is just a trip away This forty triple-A, I feel like I'm a flip away [Verse 2: Mozzy] You get popped, you ask where you from Hell Gang motherfucker Hell Gang like a motherfucker It's Hell Gang motherfucker You get popped, you ask where you from Hell Gang motherfucker Hell Gang like a motherfucker It's Hell Gang motherfucker You know I been hustling baby I promise I come from the struggle I promise I fumbled, I fumbled I ran it back up, I'm runnin' it baby I buy all the syrup in Yankees My youngin illiterate maney He'll shoot off your face if you make him If he shoot off your face I'ma pay him My A-list is callin' from Tracy These bitches they love me then hate me These bitches they hate me then love me Shout out to Preemo, the package was lovely Rubber band finna bust off of these hundreds I'm thumbin' and thumbin', in love with the money Thumbin' and thumbin', in love with the money Thumbin' and thumbin', in love with the money, hah Fingernails hella cruddy That means I had to get it out the mud Sacrifice for this cherry clean, you gotta understand it's pure love Mama clean from them drugs But I'm still in need of them drugs Still in need of this firearm 'Cause I still reside in these slums, ahh [Verse 3: Hitta J3] I can't give no information, rockin' any situation Bub sittin' in the bounty, thinkin' 'bout that time he facin' I done seen homies bleed, left a puddle on the pavement Crime rate be raisin', bullets hit, don't graze 'em Red nose pitbulls, fragments left on they skull Feed him tool, got it pulled, had to start back eatin' on him Pour an eight up, I can tell him how that dirty taste Stairway to heaven, make 'em climb over the pearly gates Round trips takin' flights, into another state Better hope he on your side when it come to judgement day Four thousand for the rent, this should be enough Better be willing to take a chance to eat with us Blammer on standby, every day I keep it tucked Oh you're buying birds, tell papi we should keep in touch Only thing I give a fuck about granny health Raised me on her own without my mama or my daddy help [Verse 4: Celly Ru] Money over faggot bitches, had it before I had the bitches I don't split half with bitches, never show your stash to bitches In the trap spot with dirty carpets, dope, and half the dishes You just want the pussy, I'm just tryna get the cash from bitches Shooters with me if it's ugly, 'cause I know some niggas want me Real recognize real so all the real niggas love me Slow down on the sliding just so I can get a lil money Drillin' by myself but got some niggas that'll drill 'em for me Put it on the line for my side and the ones before me Shit ain't been the same in my hood since we lost the homie Slide with nothing less than forties, or it better have a fifty Niggas say they tryna get me, throwin' shots the niggas miss me Real niggas fuck with me, they tappin' in in every city Collect the traffic from the hooker, know I'm takin' every penny Shooter Gang shooting shit, shout out to my ruler tips I don't fuck with snitches, how he snitchin' and you cool with it?