Bands (feat. Vic Money)

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Paul Blaze

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Going against the Mob
Ask Shorty what that cash did
That's a bad mistake
Yea that's a bad mistake
It might have you face down laying on the pavement
Yea this All Fades shit

Pockets going through a transformation
Roads trips, got a phd in transportation
I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration
I need my money on the go and no procrastination
Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting
Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated
Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake
It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient

Tell em push up smoke bitch I'm wit the mob
Got a bad bitch gone work that job
Young nigga push up hop out rock
Deep in the streets we got it locked
Run up that pape lil bitch can't stop
Know Vic 1B gone keep the glock
Ride with some shit that'll knock off a top
Tell you one time don't play with the mob
Huh, yeah
Let's get to it
Don't talk about the struggle if you ain't been through it
Don't talk about the hit if you didn't do it
Wet up the block my young niggas spin through it
Talk bout the pape well we get the extras
Walk that boy down leave him dead on a stretcher
Callin for smoke it's hot wherever
1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas
1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas
1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas
He want the smoke we hit em wherever
He want the smoke we hit em wherever
Glah glah glah glah
Let's go

Pockets going through a transformation
Roads trips, got a phd in transportation
I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration
I need my money on the go and no procrastination
Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting
Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated
Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake
It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient

You with the steppers
Now you in the jungle you with the leopards
We ain't the chasers
This ain't a dream, bitch we the catchers
Over north where the bullets fly
We got blicks like the army rangers
Broad day it leave you traumatized
Gun play from an altercation

Keep an eye on them hater types
Never know how they feel inside
It don't matter how much love show them
They'll turn into the killer type
The same dude you was hanging with
Tried putting him on plenty plays
Be the same one who been plotting on you
Hate it when he see you levitate
Booty thick like a Big Mac
But you can tell she like soul food
Dudes be swearing they run the city
Because they always in Gold Room
We the mob we ain't club hopping
They just standin sofas yea
Blizzy standing on business pussy
Over north where the soldiers at

Pockets going through a transformation
Roads trips, got a phd in transportation
I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration
I need my money on the go and no procrastination
Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting
Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated
Going against the mob that's a bad mistake
It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient

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