SCY Jimm - Mob Shit lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Mob Shit lyrics]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) Can't get
Down with the mob (Ah, yeah)
I had to let that 40, "Glah, " extendo pop
Pew (Ayy) , nigga
Mm, can't get down with the gang
(yeah) , make that 40 bang (We Extendo Gang)
Fah, glaow, ayy, yeah, ayy, mm it's, yah
(Fah, fah, fah) , ayy, glaow, baow
Yeah (yeah) , hmm hmm, ayy (Gang shit)
Ayy, ayy, fuck nigga
(Bitch) , ayy, ayy, gang shit
Ayy, ayy, mob shit, mm
Nigga, we ain't cool
You can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when
I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we
Had shootouts with the opps? Hmm
(We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet
I had to let that 40 pop
(I had to let that 40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun
Up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches
Too and they said a young nigga
Couldn't get thеse racks, i'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that
Bag, you gon' go poof, yеah
(Ayy, yeah, he gone)
Make a nigga body shake with this FN, ayy
(Hoo, glaow)
I put thirty on my Glock like I'm Stephen
Ayy (Ayy, come on, man)
Y'all must use the elevator
'cause y'all ain't steppin', ayy
(Ayy, on God, nigga)
Young nigga hot, booth catch on fire
Every time I step in, ayy
(Hoo, hoo) blue tips and blue strips (Huh?)
Can't do no dirt with niggas
(Ayy) , all y'all got loose lips
Hey, fuck lil' shawty good
(Hoo) , now she got loose hips
Hit your block, you better duck like
It's a fucking goose here, nigga
(Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, glaow, yeah)
Three-five in my 'Wood, I don't
Play for the Nets, huh i was skippin' school
(Ayy) , you was teacher's pet, nigga
K5 in the cut, he tryna
Find some shit to stretch, ayy
Shawty ride the dick just like a
Bike, she know I'm next, yeah
Nigga, we ain't cool
You can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when
I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we
Had shootouts with the opps? Hmm
(We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet
I had to let that 40 pop
(I had to let that 40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun
Up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches
Too and they said a young nigga
Couldn't get these racks, i'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that
Bag, you gon' go poof, yeah
(Ayy, yeah, he gone)
Down with the mob (Ah, yeah)
I had to let that 40, "Glah, " extendo pop
Pew (Ayy) , nigga
Mm, can't get down with the gang
(yeah) , make that 40 bang (We Extendo Gang)
Fah, glaow, ayy, yeah, ayy, mm it's, yah
(Fah, fah, fah) , ayy, glaow, baow
Yeah (yeah) , hmm hmm, ayy (Gang shit)
Ayy, ayy, fuck nigga
(Bitch) , ayy, ayy, gang shit
Ayy, ayy, mob shit, mm
Nigga, we ain't cool
You can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when
I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we
Had shootouts with the opps? Hmm
(We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet
I had to let that 40 pop
(I had to let that 40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun
Up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches
Too and they said a young nigga
Couldn't get thеse racks, i'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that
Bag, you gon' go poof, yеah
(Ayy, yeah, he gone)
Make a nigga body shake with this FN, ayy
(Hoo, glaow)
I put thirty on my Glock like I'm Stephen
Ayy (Ayy, come on, man)
Y'all must use the elevator
'cause y'all ain't steppin', ayy
(Ayy, on God, nigga)
Young nigga hot, booth catch on fire
Every time I step in, ayy
(Hoo, hoo) blue tips and blue strips (Huh?)
Can't do no dirt with niggas
(Ayy) , all y'all got loose lips
Hey, fuck lil' shawty good
(Hoo) , now she got loose hips
Hit your block, you better duck like
It's a fucking goose here, nigga
(Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, glaow, yeah)
Three-five in my 'Wood, I don't
Play for the Nets, huh i was skippin' school
(Ayy) , you was teacher's pet, nigga
K5 in the cut, he tryna
Find some shit to stretch, ayy
Shawty ride the dick just like a
Bike, she know I'm next, yeah
Nigga, we ain't cool
You can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when
I was outchea tryna rob, nigga?
Where the fuck you was when we
Had shootouts with the opps? Hmm
(We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet
I had to let that 40 pop
(I had to let that 40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun
Up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at niggas, bitches
Too and they said a young nigga
Couldn't get these racks, i'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that
Bag, you gon' go poof, yeah
(Ayy, yeah, he gone)