Eughh
It's MOB* nigga
I told her it's f*ck you she took me too literal
Boy her end tight like George Kittle
Make the mix and I clear out low middle for voices
I want a royce rolls off these riddles
Psychedelics we moved em a little
In the midst of some shit i'm not kidding
Wipe ya mouf eating dick got ya spit dribblin
I dibble n dabble in mystics
Like a ripstick I shake in some quick shit
Brodie told me the snakes on some bitch shit
Trust in little brudda move wit some big shit
I still keep cutta grooves on the ridge end
Copped another 35 i got 10 left
Beef with my mother move on some white shit
He gon be at the dungeon when hype end
Ian tripping I moved from the block kid
Took my love back the shit getting siphon
On a comeback this money don't matter
Locked away makin beats cut n splice em
Soon a legend lil mick "mobby" jagger
Dr dre got a say in what happens
Analytics show we on the map
When u see me don't give no dap
Yall my reason my soul got some blackness
Watching my vice this shit getting pricey
Drinks on ice wit chasers been cheaper
Getting it right my mental on bison
Blind as the mice i'm closer to the reaper
Hol on
Getting it right the mental on bison
Blind as the mice im closer to the reaper
You know it's MOB* nigga