The Mob

[Intro: Hit-Boy]

Yeah

Drinks still out

Niggas don't even understand

For real, yeah

[Chorus]

Niggas like to speak outside your house

That's why I'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much

I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch

Then to see me eat, uh, shit is deep

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

Keep your integrity intact, HB still fuckin' with the tracks

They try and pull me down, bucket full of crabs

You snapchattin', I got a pocket full of snaps, uh

Bitch back up, never made no backup plans, uh

Fuck what you thought, double check, try again

Yeah, even if she still leave with a kiss

Can't trust a bitch again, long as I live, uh

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]

Niggas like to speak outside your house

That's why I'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much

I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch

Then to see me eat, uh, shit is deep

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

Before I get fucked over I get on [?]

Raekwon, by the bonfire, did it for the C.R.E.A.M

Couple thousand beats they ain't for the cheap

Bitch come off when I beat, time to hit the streets

Yeah, HS87 that's my squad

Reppin' that until he punch the clock

Ain't fallin' for the ooh-wop, that's on god, uh

Bangin' photoshoot by guwop, try and plot, um yeah

Free my brother Chilly Chill from the mob

Yeah the surf club shit inside my heart

Since the bubble eyed Lex I went hard

To the niggas that wen't left send my regards, uh

[Chorus]

Niggas like to speak outside your house

That's why I'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much

I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch

[Verse 3: Dom Kennedy]

So, I like to smile at all my opps

Whisper: "you can get your shit pop"

Wake up with my logo on my socks

Crazy girls, yeah, might blowin' up

LJ in the cut, weed in my lungs

Shoes brand new, came for the ones

I heard she wanna charge me for a hit and run

All out of fucks, I don't give 'em none

Bitch, back up, never had no back up plans

Half-A-Mil, but you don't stand half-a-chance

Niggas still biting Dapper Dan

Runnin' through Phoenix like I'm Nash

Parked the truck up and do the [?]

Them MVP trophies, time to get me one

It's funny seeing phony niggas clicking up

[?] through life just [?] drugs

Hardwood floors, real fur rugs

Mickey Burns ain't got nothin' on me

Let them niggas talk outside your house

Stussy throw blankets on my couch

I couldn't even tell it was a drought

I ain't really trippin', we got an influx

[?] on 33rd, I'm picking ribs up

Heard the big engine when we slipped up

Chanel bag seats, feelin' real plush

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]

Niggas like to speak outside your house

That's why I'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much

I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch

Then to see me eat, uh, shit is deep

[Outro: Big Hit]

Homie, homie, that's what it, do my nigga

You know what I'm sayin', calling from the pen, my nigga

These crackers are shipping out of state, my nigga

You know what I'm sayin', without my consent

That's how they do everyday [?], you know what I'm sayin'

Everything is on contract, not the shit y'all [?] don't know

You know what I'm sayin', while y'all niggas out there thinkin' y'all bosses, nigga, you fucking with the real boss, boss of all bosses, nigga, Big Hit, bitch, you know what I'm sayin', Hit-Boy, bitch, nigga, [?] bitch, you know what I'm talkin' bout, [?], bitch ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', niggas never run up with your motherfuckin' mouth, nigga

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