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Let them n*ggas have it bro Ready? Yup n*gga That's yo’ ass n*gga! LueWaddup Why you talkin' like you wit it boy? I know that you a phony You claimin' that you real Then you gonna have to show me Never been a b*tch and I put that on my homies And I been about my sh*t ain’t nobody ever hoe me I remember I was makin' plays by my lonely When I was just a youngin tryna ball like I'm Kobe You was in the stands I was really goin' OT Big Brodie keep a 40 like he addicted to the OE I've been makin' plays but I keep that sh*t lowkey I don't take a loss if you lane switch on me You can talk sh*t but yo' main b*tch blow me And I know it make you mad that yo’ main b*tch know me I ain’t wit the games b*tch you know that I don't play those Actin’ hella hard but he soft like Play-Doh I been sippin' lean you been sippin' on that Karo I'm a muf*ckin mack to these hoes like Sayso Aye, who you foolin’ why you lie fo? You ain't never heard a chop sing like a high note If you sneak dissin' on the MOB you get fired on Make that b*tch ring like a muf*ckin iPhone Aye, b*tch where yo' mans at? Prolly somewhere hatin' cause we win and they can't stand that n*gga, and I got yo' b*tch bringin' chicken in I'm a cutthroat, you n*ggas sweet like cinnamon b*tch I can f*ck you and yo' best friend Hit it from the back she say "Damn!" like Kendrick All my n*ggas slidin' I ain't talkin' bout electric Big Glock, n*gga sh*t can get hectic Aye, f*ck a b*tch Ima marry guap I can't trust sh*t these hoes tell like the Marriott Do we lack? f*ck no b*tch we carry Glocks Gas pack, magic in the wood call it Harry Pott And it's MOB x CG hittin' big stains Fat woods, in love with Mary Jane b*tch I'm Rick James Young Thug, like that n*gga from the Rich Gang Strip teasin', leave a n*gga with some sh*t stains b*tch! Real MOB n*gga, all black the apparel And I don't do the talkin' pus*y come talk to the barrel All my n*ggas ain't for nothing we 'bout it for real So let a n*gga disrespect and he bound to get peeled That n*gga Bucks about to cut b*tch you better get back Cause if he creepin' on yo' ass then you know it's a wrap They all talk pus*y n*ggas be focused on rap Meanwhile the MOB up in them streets really uppin them stacks I heard yo' n*gga turned snitch what a f*ckin' disgrace Gave me a even better reason to get n*ggas erased I got n*ggas that'll get you gone without leavin' a trace Watch what you say spittin' on the MOB it's the the biggest mistake I like how n*ggas love to talk but ain't sayin' a thing You come thru flexin' over here bet we snaggin' them chains We quick to peel a n*gga back if he funkin with gang We Call of Duty n*ggas blocks if they think it's a game I got some killas from the Bay and them n*ggas go manii I got some Eses really loco they really go brazy MOB b*tch we known to give n*ggas the blues So disrespect we leave yo' momma cryin' on the News
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