Lyrics M.O.B by BROCKHAMPTON

[Kevin Abstract & DJ Bobbito Garcia]
Hey, kids? (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Fine)
Feel alright? (Yeah)
I wanna be more like a child they question everything
Like, "Momma, where is your wedding ring?"
The dust still settlin'
Aight then, I'm settled in (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

[Kevin Abstract]
I tried to go in, I hope you niggas know it
Young boy, I ain't heroic
They hurtin' free, they so bare
You poor folk think you know it
My boy, they need the Lord, an
So I don't trip too often
Reportin' live from Kaufman
These my dawgs for life, until I see a coffin
Them trees, they got me coughin'
I'm ridin' around, I'm cautious
We yellin', "f*ck the law, bitch"
We finna get it started
We young in here, we wildin'
That bread keep multiplyin'
Them pages keep on comin'
Bring that Holy Water, we f*ckin' underwater
We jackin' off each other on the beach, then cum in the water
That's that Holy Water
That's that Florida shit, that 305, that guala, guala
Might not see tomorrow
Wash the evil from your heart, that's a verse I borrow
I see y'all boys tomorrow

We bring the mob out, we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy
Leave your jaw down, ayy
We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy
Leave your jaw down, yeah
We bring the mob out, we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy
Leave your jaw down, ayy
We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down (Yay)

[Dom McLennon]
I'm that nigga from East side
Bring the bang out on what you sayin'
I do not care 'bout who in front of me
And dead, hittin' the chest
All of my dawgs outside there ridin'
And I got my baby to the left

f*ck it, I been on high alert for any sign of disrespect
So where your head at?
Man, you win that money, win the crown
Pulled your plug when the shit went down
And there's four, five brothers you can't get out
Hope we don't drown, niggas say, "Clown"
But it ain't no realer than the circus
Rollin' out trees, took away my purpose
Turn a nigga hollow with a bulletproof surface, damn

[bearface]
Push start, baby, like she drive a Benz truck (Woo)
You ain't got no money, she don't wanna lick up (Grr)
Man, if you f*ck up, it's one call to the mob (Grr)
Pull up 'round the corner, yeah, we make the block hot

[Matt Champion]
No reassurance, it's here, I bring it
I got insurance for the way I'm 'bout
The shot and say somethin' 'bout that action
Blow the pistol, good time, better learn that
Subtraction, can't keep up
Get it out my system, what we missin'?
Need that boom, boom, boom, boom
Drop it out

We bring the mob out, we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy
Leave your jaw down, ayy
We bring the mob out (Ayy), we finna mob out
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy
Leave your jaw down, yeah
We bring the mob out (Bring the mob), we finna mob out (Finna mob)
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy (Leave your jaw)
Leave your jaw down, ayy
We bring the mob out (Bring the mob), we finna mob out (Finna mob)
f*ck around, leave your jaw down, ayy (Leave your jaw)
Leave your jaw down, yay

Did it last night
I heard you say (Heard you say)
Love 'em all but dying, 'cause that was in the way
Well if you don't mind (I just need you here with momma)
I think I'll leave (I think I'll leave)
Leave 'em all together, means everything to me