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New Mob Video (MV)




Performed By: Skeezy & Lil Kitty
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Charles Taheri, Kareem Sangster




Skeezy & Lil Kitty - New Mob Lyrics




I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons

I withdrew all this money out the bank
You and i are not the same
I came from the mud puddles of rain
Dreams of forgiato's on the range
Free the real till they
And it hurt i can't see em
Told my brothers never leave em
Chase that bag am to the pm
Good gas got me leaning
It be feeling like i'm dreaming when my mind race
I wanna put a smile on my mom face
Then cop my mom a place
That's why i gotta get that bag
Ain't got no time to waste
And i could see it in they face
It's all kinda hate it's all kinds snakes

I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons

I been 10 toes down and im still with the set
I'm living a real life don't compare me to chess
Cuz niggas dying everyday im just stretching my breathe
I could take you to the hood with the piss on the steps
F*ck the work im the work i threw a brick on my neck
Yeah i through a brick on my neck
I'm a real nigga i aint gotta prove that im real nigga
I'm 29 years old i don't ride for the thrill nigga
I ride if i have to word to my tattoos
I'm blessed the 9 a squeeze when we get at you
I'm cuffed up i aint gotta deal with the hoes
She acting stuck up like she aint make a film with the bros
These niggas telling but i aint gotta expose
I kept it trill with every last bump in the road
That's how i feel nigga been in the game a long time
And we disrespecting them tricks you call dimes
If its war my bros im sliding every time
We shoot 1st cuz ill be damn if they take mines
I had to reflect on them hard times
You know them hungry nights
You know them small crimes

I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons
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I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons

I withdrew all this money out the bank
You and i are not the same
I came from the mud puddles of rain
Dreams of forgiato's on the range
Free the real till they
And it hurt i can't see em
Told my brothers never leave em
Chase that bag am to the pm
Good gas got me leaning
It be feeling like i'm dreaming when my mind race
I wanna put a smile on my mom face
Then cop my mom a place
That's why i gotta get that bag
Ain't got no time to waste
And i could see it in they face
It's all kinda hate it's all kinds snakes

I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons

I been 10 toes down and im still with the set
I'm living a real life don't compare me to chess
Cuz niggas dying everyday im just stretching my breathe
I could take you to the hood with the piss on the steps
F*ck the work im the work i threw a brick on my neck
Yeah i through a brick on my neck
I'm a real nigga i aint gotta prove that im real nigga
I'm 29 years old i don't ride for the thrill nigga
I ride if i have to word to my tattoos
I'm blessed the 9 a squeeze when we get at you
I'm cuffed up i aint gotta deal with the hoes
She acting stuck up like she aint make a film with the bros
These niggas telling but i aint gotta expose
I kept it trill with every last bump in the road
That's how i feel nigga been in the game a long time
And we disrespecting them tricks you call dimes
If its war my bros im sliding every time
We shoot 1st cuz ill be damn if they take mines
I had to reflect on them hard times
You know them hungry nights
You know them small crimes

I be with the mob yeah
Came up out the projects
Gloc 9 them objects
Drip whenever i step
Got sauce like Heinz yes
Niggas better catch up or get left
Cut ties wit all these leeches
Yea i peeped it
Money in a shoe box had to keep it secret
My niggas is demons
They be tryna chill out
Please don't give them reasons
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Writer: Charles Taheri, Kareem Sangster
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