CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dont Speak
Yeah
This is for all you fakers
From you whack rappers to you backstabbers
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
f**k you, you can suck a d**k and eat sh*t
And when you see me you better not speak b*t*h
I'm causing you bodily harm and I'm seriously finna hurt y'all
You thinking you hard but you softer than a nerf ball
Curse y'all b*t*hes
Claiming you're balling but ain't got no riches
You're left in ditches
You're claiming you're pimping but ain't no mistress
My click is vicious
With game I've been blessed
I'll aim at your chest
Bring pain to your flesh
Call me the angel of death
Insane cause I'm stressed
I'm brеaking up all of your vertebrae
Poor mothaf**kas ain't hеard of me
Every day is a murder day
I'm coming up dumping and leaving you slumping your head out you're crushing I told you you're nothing
So quite all the cussing you just a little boy
Don't try to talk grown
You come to my crib I'll cut off your legs and make you walk home
Chopped bones to pieces murder your nephews and your nieces
Put bullet in fleeces
When it comes to my pain it never ceases
I'll take a iron to your face and leave your skin with creases
You little fakers you ain't f**king with Mob
Cause of the fact I got yo b*t*h and she sucking my knob
You duck and you bob
Try to run from my bullets they hitting your spine
You shoulda stayed yo ass at home and kept on sniffing them lines
I'm gripping my nine
Ready to run up on anyone who wanna talk sh*t
So just admit it you ain't hard you just a soft b*t*h
This is for all you fakers
From you whack rappers to you backstabbers
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
f**k you, you can suck a d**k and eat sh*t
And when you see me you better not speak b*t*h
I'm causing you bodily harm and I'm seriously finna hurt y'all
You thinking you hard but you softer than a nerf ball
Curse y'all b*t*hes
Claiming you're balling but ain't got no riches
You're left in ditches
You're claiming you're pimping but ain't no mistress
My click is vicious
With game I've been blessed
I'll aim at your chest
Bring pain to your flesh
Call me the angel of death
Insane cause I'm stressed
I'm brеaking up all of your vertebrae
Poor mothaf**kas ain't hеard of me
Every day is a murder day
I'm coming up dumping and leaving you slumping your head out you're crushing I told you you're nothing
So quite all the cussing you just a little boy
Don't try to talk grown
You come to my crib I'll cut off your legs and make you walk home
Chopped bones to pieces murder your nephews and your nieces
Put bullet in fleeces
When it comes to my pain it never ceases
I'll take a iron to your face and leave your skin with creases
You little fakers you ain't f**king with Mob
Cause of the fact I got yo b*t*h and she sucking my knob
You duck and you bob
Try to run from my bullets they hitting your spine
You shoulda stayed yo ass at home and kept on sniffing them lines
I'm gripping my nine
Ready to run up on anyone who wanna talk sh*t
So just admit it you ain't hard you just a soft b*t*h
