Lyrics:
Produced by: Pluto
Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play
the
I've got nothing to lose
Thought about what I do
Making raps in the lab
Scientist to these goons
Imma play with this mob
Like your clowns in the circus
feelings on a catapult
All I want is the love, girl say the truth!
So, I drop my pants, let you play the flute
Let you play the flute!
One day I once dropped
with that
And I
See bad vibes I get away from that
Oh you
Yeah Really tryna play me akh
Hold up
What you really even playing at
Oooooooo I'm on a wave
Fame you up?
I’m in Corpus Christi pressing pills
Bitching bout the WiFi
These shooters shoot they don’t clap
Straight high fives
Mob ties
Like 5 guys
My
Two a dem a mob Bless
Me itch up in a di middle yo
Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle
Dem nah go blow no man
Like flute nor fiddle yo
Mouth fresh
known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not
f***in` family a` mournin`
Plus all you itchy-b****y types can`t touch me
Frontin` like your hard
I`ll play your f***in` yard like a trussel
Chorus
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
with my balls out
Don't like nigga
Call Out
Bitch dont have your arms out
Or hands too, the plans proof
Cuz when we bring the mob out
Fuck it bruh, Call
is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
Well if your ass walking around with your nose all snotty
Knowing nothing bout
Your da wants a go oh we have a new challenger
Squeeze him by the neck 'til he looks like an avatar
Third opponent comes a surprise it's your
(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims
playin' 'cause I'm focused
You the definition of what a fuckin' joke is
When they see you comin', they play with your emotions
Fuck with my emotions
the fucking door every fucking day
Bitch Mob nigga I'm a vet (Mhm you know it)
And we won't tolerate disrespect
(Nope, no we won't)
Nigga play with us, be
changing never staying the same
Run shoot hit catch play it aim
Acquire fortune to fan
Give it your best shot like clutching the fourth quarter
Play your
the apes
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
If I tell you I'm good, then I'm straight
(Straight)
You can tell by the mug on my face (Oh oh)
Spin your block, double back
Spin
Uh, look, uh
We use to wear rugged boots
Now it's all tailored suit's
Audemars piguets for my criminal recruit's
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm
that
You only live once but I'm reincarnated
Double play cause the pavement with Cartiers
Star blazing take the bump off
The cross of your necklace take
In and out
Up and down
Round and round
Babygirl
This is how it's going down
In and out
Up and down
Round and round
Babygirl
I told you I don't play
wolf's breath
By the hair of your chinny chin I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered yes
No one left but number three
To save that piglet
huff puff, he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
One and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolf's breath
By the hair of your
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
They know
It's mob business, nigga
Uh, look
We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearted
Now they hate us for
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
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