lil b – wats the mob lyrics
[intro]
drip for the hood, you know what i’m saying?
burn up for the hood, you know what i’m saying?
motherf-ckers be putting that sh-t in the microwave
dipped it in the bowl, microwaved up the blunt, you know what i’m saying?
burning that water
also, you know what i’m saying, freeing up the soul for my brothers too, you know what i’m saying?
get away from that bullsh-t, you know what i’m saying?
waterfront, you know what i’m saying?
real n-gga, keep it wet all day
i know my position, you know what i’m saying?
i know my part
[verse 1]
man, it’s lil b and n-ggas biting off my old sh-t
n-gga that’s my old sh-t, i’m fresh like the ocean
i’m still up underwater, the goggles on my left side
b-tch, it’s the west side, yeah, that’s the best side
sit up in the best rides, drivers gon’ drive me home
you p-ssy n-ggas like roly polys, p-ssed on holes
i’m froze, b-tch my cake right, eat steak every night
i’m deep like barry white
girls wanna marry me, b-tch you gotta pay the price
i’d rather f-ck my jewelry than beat your p-ssy at night
got fangs in my t–th, but i promise i don’t bite
yeah right, speak soft when the time right
never been a sucker for dough, i’m finer than your n-gga, b-tch
hate dealing with b-tch n-ggas, suckers make a n-gga sick
maybe make a n-gga split rounds like a f-cking d-ck
shh, you got a n-gga p-ssed
but i’m scared and i ain’t never p-ss
[bridge]
i make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip n-gga
i make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
i make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, b-tch
yeah, i make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, b-tch
[verse 2]
you getting money, yeah, you f-cking hoes, what?
you a boss, slap backs lil n-gga, yeah
this is sh-t on the right note
they all love a n-gga now, cleaner than embro
slob up on the kn-b, bopper do your job
like young l said, i gotta improv
b-tch, where the scene? i’m dipped in b-tter
b-tch, i’m looking cream, lil n-gga on his hustle
riding with my n-ggas, hope you riding with the muscle
b-tches show up, i’m riding with a muzzle
smoking on that russell, berkeley boys get it in
you stupid if you don’t know that we wit’ it
b-tch, we winning, riding on doubles
lil n-gga’s getting money cause a n-gga won’t fumble
bet i won’t drop it, b-tch i’m rocking in a puddle
you n-ggas like puppies with them little nut huggers
asking no questions, and i’m thinking nothing of it
i’m a real n-gga, and naw, i’m not thuggin’
i’m just busting sh-t, i’ll shoot you f-ckers and your cousins
playing games man? um, n-gga it’s nothing
got the gun from deezle, all my n-ggas love me
b-tch, i’m lil beezy, team knoc, what it do?
technicians get dough, and believe, fan boys what it do?
crack street, what it is?
hey, all you street n-ggas, man, we out here
[outro]
hey man, i’m out here like a sports camp, you know what i’m saying?
we rocking man. hey, salute all my real n-ggas to the top
basedworld paradise man
i come from a different cloth, the cl-ssic sh-t
a lot of you n-ggas reppin’ sh-t now, and i ain’t understand it
n-ggas done took everybody’s sh-t, n-ggas done really f-cked up the game, you know what i’m saying?
i’ma keep it 100. what is the mob, n-gga?
cause i see everybody claiming that
i know everybody can’t be in it…
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