Smokepurpp - MOB lyrics
[Smokepurpp - MOB lyrics]
You don't want war 'cause you
Never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime
And they slatt and
Gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop
I told her to get me
Some wings with some ranch
223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like
I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah in a penthouse out in New York
Got a case of all red all red, Hi Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Chrome Heart jeans
Them bitches stunt on my leg
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, nigga
Fill his whole muhfuckin' head with lead
Flew the bitch in then I
Flew the bitch back, yeah
The bitch got to my head
Bitch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (yeah)
Pay for her nails and her lace (yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and
He ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm
Whippin' the dope up
I put a four in my muhfuckin' soda
You don't want war 'cause you
Never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime
And they slatt and
Gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop
I told her to get me
Some wings with some ranch
223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like
I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah in a penthouse out in New York
Got a case of all red all red, Hi Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Eee
Never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime
And they slatt and
Gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop
I told her to get me
Some wings with some ranch
223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like
I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah in a penthouse out in New York
Got a case of all red all red, Hi Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Chrome Heart jeans
Them bitches stunt on my leg
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, nigga
Fill his whole muhfuckin' head with lead
Flew the bitch in then I
Flew the bitch back, yeah
The bitch got to my head
Bitch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (yeah)
Pay for her nails and her lace (yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and
He ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm
Whippin' the dope up
I put a four in my muhfuckin' soda
You don't want war 'cause you
Never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime
And they slatt and
Gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the Wingstop
I told her to get me
Some wings with some ranch
223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like
I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah in a penthouse out in New York
Got a case of all red all red, Hi Tec, bitch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a fuck about a ho
Yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Eee