Correction Lyrics Da Mob by BabyTron

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Is that a Danny G beat? Yeah, turn it up

Cruising on the East with the gang and a bad b*t*h
And she getting money, she ain't nothing like my last b*t*h
I'ma blame Megan, got her thinking she a savage
Way before Corona, Sh*ttyBoyz was living lavish
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, we do the stepping, ain't no horsing us
She can act bougie but I bet you that my n***as f**ked
on my n***a Stan, keep the weapon tucked
Compet**ion? Nah, know they n***as cannot f**k with us
You don't shoot sh*t, you the 12th man
Bad b*t*h, hit her with the Gucci, I'm the Belt Man
Catch a package early, I was dapping up the mailman
Baby wanna f**k, why you got a man then?

Feel like [?] told his a** don't worry about it
Hundred rounder on the AR, f**k up thirty houses
August been a motherf**ker, I done blew like thirty thousand
Granny asking what that beep is, I think she heard me counting
I might beat yo a**, shoot yo a**, or I might do both
I can call Hutch in one click, you can't, kudos
Always say I'm done scamming then I do like two more
Feel like young Manu, just hit Chase for a 2-0
Me and Mike Amiri beefing, his jeans too skinny
When I say it's one Tron in me, it ain't two Jimmys
Let me see two rats, the AR, it got two Mickeys
Too dizzy, boy, these turn arounds, they got my crew litty
Out of town, catching EDDs, I know my boo miss me
I can really make the whip transform, now my roof missing
Rhinestones on the Christian Loubs, boy, my shoes glisten
And I'm only riding with the gang, they kept it two fifties
That's a hundred hundred worth of plastic in this lil' fanny
I could punch, slide, and I still might scam a lil' granny
I just want a M, b*t*h, I ain't tryna win a Grammy
Big tripping, up in rows? Nah, this a different Stanley
Nike flop, toes hanging out, still could up a dub
I could be up a hundred Ms, still bust a jugg
Shout-out to my site, b*t*h, I swipe, yelling f**k a plug
I'll do a hundred thousand scams before I touch a drug

Unc' mad as hell like, "Where my blender at?"
Pull my pants down, she was asking where was dinner at
God bless the scams, yeah, yeah, where my sinners at?
I'm in Pittsburgh, getting money where the Steelers at

D-A M-O-B, I got ten on me
MLB, swinging sticks, I pray that they don't tell on me
Lil' b*t*h pu**y magic, think she put a spell on me
Y'all always pa**ing 'round that green pint, y'all the Celtics team
I just punched chop, quesadilla, and Bahama Mama
Scrumble Man tripping, he might f**k around and rob yo mama
He ain't rap made 'bout McQueen but I'm not Osama
Got the juice, they think that we fam but it is not ohama

Sh*t, that's a Danny G beat

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